The busiest weekend of the year. This year is no exception. 1/2 the tables, + an additional 7 tables on the beach. Impossible to serve, too far, walking on sand, can't keep an eye on this and the patio, the restaurant, we're running with 2 servers, me and the owners son, the restaurant is full.
The parking lot is filled with Alberta Plates, they drove all the way from Calgary, Edmonton, wearing their masks, took them off as soon as they entered the restaurant. I'm not kidding, it's like they were saving it for us. This is how the Covid got in...
We're busy, dumb-ass busy, stupid busy, for 2 servers, wtf? We did the same numbers last year with 6 servers, half the area, this year, it's pandemic suicide. The pandemic lemmings.
We're done. Done, done, done.
It's a record-setting weekend with only half the tables, a third the waiters, heat wave, beach, foreign accents, American the worst, License plates ranging from Quebec to Alberta, it's a gong show. A ton of complaints, startlingly few, all things considered, and it's over.
It's 10 hours of non-stop trauma.
Recovering, going to town for some tacos, a smaller restaurant, waiting 10 minutes for an empty table, count 7 servers/bartenders - and I realize that our crummy service, it's not so bad, you can count us, see that there's only 2, here, really, there's no excuse other than Kootenay indifference/incompetence, and while it'd be a lot calmer here I'm not thinking this would be a healthy change...
Anyways, it's over, it's all downhill, down the other side of the mountain, and soon it will be dead enough that I'm missing the customers.