It may have only been hundred minutes ago, but I already feel detached from the rope.
So, I was working just now, night shift, again.
I arrived at Fish & Co. half and hour before my shift. As expected, but I was glad. Tweety was there, and it had been a long time since I last saw her! I took my own sweet time in preparing myself for the shift. I didn't think much about my deployment for tonight as I thought I wouldn't be the runner.
But no. I was being deployed as the runner, yet again. I love being a runner, but come on, it's a Saturday night! Haha.
May Ann: Jean, you're the runner again!
Jean: Ya, I'm always the runner.
Mon: Next time, you don't have to check your schedule, just check runner.
That fellow did the briefing today. It seemed like I never had briefing for ages, really. The briefing was addressed to quite a number of us, I suppose. Let me see, Dyla, Lynette, Mon, Eric, May Ann, Hannah, Ashaari and I. That fellow said that we were being allocated the stations we're most comfortable at. Dyla was our bar runner, Betty for the day. Lynette, our greeter. Mon, station B master. Eric, station C/D master, with the assistance of Ash. May Ann, station A master. Hannah, our bartender. Ash, floating around like a lost fish in the vast sea. Last but not least, Jean, the runner.
Everything was generally fine tonight as it wasn't that busy. Guests did not come in all at once, and that was a relief to all of us. There were a couple of hilarious moments as well. Anyway, we had lots of leftovers today. It was like a spread as we placed it on table 38 and 39. We had two pizzas, a pan of rice and another pan of chips, a pan of grilled dory and a pan of brownie. You can expect how everyone reacted when we saw the food.
That's about it.
I can't find a way out.
And the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die.
'Cause my wounds are open, bleeding life.
Goodnight.
So, I was working just now, night shift, again.
I arrived at Fish & Co. half and hour before my shift. As expected, but I was glad. Tweety was there, and it had been a long time since I last saw her! I took my own sweet time in preparing myself for the shift. I didn't think much about my deployment for tonight as I thought I wouldn't be the runner.
But no. I was being deployed as the runner, yet again. I love being a runner, but come on, it's a Saturday night! Haha.
May Ann: Jean, you're the runner again!
Jean: Ya, I'm always the runner.
Mon: Next time, you don't have to check your schedule, just check runner.
That fellow did the briefing today. It seemed like I never had briefing for ages, really. The briefing was addressed to quite a number of us, I suppose. Let me see, Dyla, Lynette, Mon, Eric, May Ann, Hannah, Ashaari and I. That fellow said that we were being allocated the stations we're most comfortable at. Dyla was our bar runner, Betty for the day. Lynette, our greeter. Mon, station B master. Eric, station C/D master, with the assistance of Ash. May Ann, station A master. Hannah, our bartender. Ash, floating around like a lost fish in the vast sea. Last but not least, Jean, the runner.
Everything was generally fine tonight as it wasn't that busy. Guests did not come in all at once, and that was a relief to all of us. There were a couple of hilarious moments as well. Anyway, we had lots of leftovers today. It was like a spread as we placed it on table 38 and 39. We had two pizzas, a pan of rice and another pan of chips, a pan of grilled dory and a pan of brownie. You can expect how everyone reacted when we saw the food.
That's about it.
I can't find a way out.
And the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die.
'Cause my wounds are open, bleeding life.
Goodnight.
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