It's been all week dreading the "Night Market" during which we run as quick as we can and never catch up, every waiter's nightmare. There's no staffing for this. I spend a couple of days trying to employ the unemployed around my building, dishwashers, hosts, busgirls, but nobody's biting...everyone in their swimsuits heading down to the beach with their floaty toys and pool noodles and inflatable rings...
Something about people that are always broke, complaining about a lack of funds, and then when the work comes in they all scatter to the beach...it's the Kootenay Way.
I'm cursing my life, down a pint of medication before work and struggle through, it buys me a measured indifference I couldn't do without. Saturday, a double, predictably quiet, slow, interminable, and I'm getting the DT's, a bowl of sriracha & chilli oil soup is having entirely predictable on my digestion, which has become entirely unpredictable.
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Saturday, day done, I've tasked the neighbour with cooking dinner, bought a couple of cave-man sized steaks and potatoes and carrots, she does fine. And then retire to watch "House", Season 2, House's "All In" where he plays cards against Cuddy via Wilson was amusing and again in "House VS God". The character development gets better and I enjoy the banter between House/Cameron/Wilson but - the episodes, the plots, well, they seldom or never vary; last season it was the seizures to illustrate the situation getting serious, this season it's the flatlining and paddles...