Funny, it wasn't even that horrible. Just not me.

Tonight was my last night at Bubba's. Never so happy to quit a job in my life. I knew I was active at work, but tonight was especially ridiculous. We were out of:

forks
knives
all silverware
cups
mugs
tea
plates
pepsi
ice
to go boxes
children's cups
to go cup lids (that fit the to go cups)
and many other things

all through the night. That means you have to run around and find things all night.

That got on my nerves. I would tell myself, "this is my last night. I never have to work here again. I'm making money."

Then I had to deal with

hosts who sit the table with the wrong number of menus
or the wrong number of silverware
or no silverware (because we are out)
or do not properly indicate where the party should be sitting (so they stand in the walkway uncertainly looking from empty table to empty table)
managers who disappear
hosts who sit a party beyond the proper cut-off time to prepare for a banquet so that the banquet arrives and their tables are no longer reserved (that's always fun)
banquet salads which are not made and ready to be served when the banquet is sat (finally)
bar drinks that get lost and never arrive, or arrive late
trying to clean tables with no sanitizer spray (another thing which has disappeared

ugh... I'm tired of complaining.

Walking down the Pier after my last hard night's work at Bubba's, I took off my uncomfy black non-slip Bubba-approved shoes and threw them away. I put on my Champion sneakers in defiance. Never again. Never.

I'm so glad, lucky, and grateful that I never have to work there again.