Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I'm going through one of those phases where I can't stand to think of the restaurant once I leave. I know hilarious stuff has happened; I know I've had entry-worthy customers. But I'm just so full of anger and resentment toward the place, and CL, Junior, and Chrissy in particular, that I feel like my brain is just deleting those sectors as soon as I walk out the door. I can't really recall a single specific detail about any of my shifts last week. It's all just a blur of the same faces, the same events, the same actions, over and over. Utter boredom!