Maybe I got it from my dad, maybe from my mom; no matter who, it’s a trait I share with my siblings. I like to be busy. Usually I like to have a few different things going on at once so I can feel like I’m accomplishing a lot. Lately, it has been serving. On Monday morning, I woke up at 5:30 a.m. And drove A to her morning workout. By 6:15 I was back home and stretching for the 10km run I needed to get through. At 7:15 I was in the shower and mentally running through my day ahead. From 10 until 4:30 I worked about 15 minutes from home, happy as can be for a Monday. At four thirty, my coworker clocked in, I transferred my tables to her, and I zoomed home to change and walk 30 seconds to my other job where I stayed from 5 until 11.
Once home, I set my alarms for five thirty again so I could run. I slept till 8:30 instead and came straight to work. As I began opening the restaurant, the lounge opener called and said she would be about 20 minutes late. No worries, the bar isn’t hard to open. I tried to call the office and let the manager know, but I got no response. I thought nothing of it until 10:40 when someone called for a manager and there was still no one in the office. Quickly, I searched the schedule and found that the bar opener was also supposed to do morning cash. She flew in and went straight upstairs while I jump started her open. Some how, some weird way, we did 2 hours of work in 20 minutes. Of course that was the day that three people walked through the doors exactly at 11 o’clock.
I stayed steady until 3, then another server came and took my previous tables, I went home, changed, ate, and got to my second job where I stayed again until 11. Since I’d drank 5 cups of coffee on my night shift alone, I had the energy to run. So, I threw on some thermals and shoes and ran barely 3 kilometers for a midnight run past a graveyard and some abandoned bus stops.
By 12:30 I was back home and showered and in bed. At 5:30 this morning, A was knocking on my door telling me she had to leave in 10 minutes. Without many options, I jumped up, brushed my hair, threw a little make up on, and put on my clothes that basically say “I’m a hot mess but let’s focus on the hot part and ignore the mess. I don’t care.”
This morning is my turn to do cash. So here I sit outside work, not even 7:30 yet, and I will sit in an office and try to figure out computers and money for 2 hours before opening the restaurant and drinking coffee until 3. That will tell me it’s time to go home where, once again, I will change, and go to work again for 5 until probably 10 or 11 again.
Tomorrow is Thursday. Thursday means day off. Big plans include getting a hair cut, running, and cleaning my house. Maybe taking a nap or two.
I’m young, I’m burning the rope at both ends, and I love it. I have a system that requires far more caffeine than any 20 year old would drink but hey, if mom could do it, I can do it.
Cheers from my large Tim Hortons coffee cup.
All my love, world.