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The August Long Weekend
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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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.
in a swim tank...
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Lots of dreams lately, few recorded.
This one: I'm in a swim tank, big, filled with water (?!!), and I'm looking to swim out. There's a ladder, it leads upward, and I follow it along and upwards, there's a ceiling to the tank and I'm expecting to go through the portal and arrive in some air....
...only it only leads into another swim tank, no air, and I keep climbing the ladder....
up, and up, portal after portal, always the same, swim tank feeding into swim tank...never any air...
Stormy: Still Xmas in July
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Picked him up after work, took him for dinner where he menaced all the other customers and servers.
And a whole new pile of loot to be unboxed...I got a little description from him as to the contents. Nola, Nola, Nola, he does have a crush on you...
Another unboxing video shortly due where I show everyone their present before disposing of them...
A place for rent...
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It's up on Longbeach road, guy I work with, I'm not at all interested, I want to be in town, know I'll need work for the winter, I'm thinking ahead. But he shows it to me anyways, a double wide trailer, better inside than out, I'd have my own bedroom, $600 a month, ignore the chickens...
..that are filling the closet, they're only there temporarily, until they can be moved to the coop, the stink of chickenshit fills the room, the whole trailer(s), his own bedroom, floor covered in dirty laundry, the whole proposition, like so many out here, filled with despair, and I'm polite, don't want to burn any bridges but I'm not quite there yet, maybe in January...
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