People. I just don't know sometimes.

So last night I worked at Johnny's. This was the first time that people actually got on my nerves. I thought I was so above that, and yet, I found myself wanting to drink after work. Like those rich people on soap operas who have a crystal bottle of scotch always handy. I think that if bug spray tastes like anything, it would have to be scotch. But a lovely sangria or something...

It could have been the insane lady who had a million menu questions for me, the hostess. She was full of inquiry and demands. Maybe it was the 3 high chairs she wanted, or her sheer volume, or the fact that she left crayons in a pool of ranch when she left. God help me.

There are people who sigh and are put out if they have to wait for a table on a Friday night. Like my frantic scurrying right before their very eyes to clean the table meant for them is not enough. Faster, you wench!

And my all time favorite. When people are brought to the dreaded table 3 or 15. Heavens no. They are tables that have a bench on one side and chairs on the other. I think the chairs are the culprit here. They seem ok. They are sturdy and have cushioned seats. But when some people approach this booth, they glance at each other as though I am suggesting that they sit in bean bag chairs or something. "Please remove your shoes folks and I'll be right over with the sake." The very idea that I would suggest that they take this table... Some people just flat out say that they need another table. Some are quietly insulted, but look around for other more suitable tables. I just don't get it. I have begun to minimize eye contact when presenting these. It's a hard sell. I get a sadistic little rush when there are no other available tables, and I get to guide a well-to-do couple (who are at a BBQ joint) to the chair booth. They usually resign, but not without asking one another if this is really ok. "Are you sure?" as they both look at one another with furrowed brows. I'm gone in a millisecond.

I need to work on this. I know my face needs to smile. I know that people are just hungry and most people are pleasant. I just always struggle with entitled-ness. On any level. I wonder if I am entitled? Must think...I know that I represent Johnny while I am there. I honestly remind myself of this constantly. It gets me through. The man is worth it. He is a gem. I can do this.