Payday and pa is grouchy, the nephew observes that he's always grouchy on payday, something about having to cut cheques to the staff rankles him to the core of his being.
Most of us just stay out of his way.
The nephew, he's in shit, I can hear it when I arrive at work, the yelling in Italian, and I gather the sense of the conversation from G's input, courteously in English for my benefit. The Nephew drove Gypsy home the night before, only they didn't arrive and Gypsies father began calling pa at home at 1:30, 2:00 in the morning, wondering where his daughter is. And as annoyed as Pa is he can't seem to shake the proud look off of the Nephew's face, finally he's had his way.
Which is a relief, as the unattainable has now been had we can perhaps begin working on a plan to dispose of her, surely he'll be getting bored soon....
We're still auditioning new servers, the new (but so very old) waiter must have the feeling that this will spell his demise, he doesn't let on. A rather homely girl, the Nephew tells me that Pa doesn't want to hire any more pretty girls for fear the Nephew or G will shag them, the hostess has stopped coming into work, her father forbids her, personal issues at home, and so it goes...
Gypsy has made it her personal mission to try and be liked by me. Now all she'd have to do is the tiniest bit of work, something to justify the money we pay her, but that's more trouble than she can bear and so she tries other strategies, trying to ask my advice on personal issues (and I laugh and with a hunched back and diminished stature try to impersonate her and the Nephew's love child...), asking me repeatedly if she's fat (I discreetly don't answer until finally she wears me down, "Not for a marine mammal you're not....but if I spotted you sunbathing on a beach I'd be calling Greenpeace....": Moral - don't ask questions you might not want to hear the answer to....), she tells me she doesn't eat Pork because it tastes like people ("And when did you last eat someone?" I query, and here she blushes and hangs her head...) ...
It's a circus.