APPARENTLY, I'M THE MAN. . .

Tonight

Was

Insane

At Work.

We had a special wine tasting tonight, featuring Jeff Bundschu, a vintner from Gundlach Bundschu winery. The tasting took up half the restaurant, so although I only had two servers, I was hella busy all night, because I was working in the only open tables in the house.

Despite working on nearly two hours of sleep, I was totally in the groove, and my (rumored) lesbian manager asked me, "Who's the Man?" I replied, "Hell, I know I'm the Man." (I've often wondered where she gets additions to her vernacular. I'm called "dude" on a regular basis, and it drives me insane)

But, despite working my lil' tush off, and making nearly $85 in tips alone (!), I'm afraid I still might have trouble sleeping tonight. I'm remedying that by drinking as much of a six-pack Schafly Pale Ale as possible, before bed. (Hey, it was on sale.)

(I wish every night was this profitable. Besides a wine key from the winery, my hourly rate, with wage plus tips, was nearly $18/hour.)