The Children Are Our Future…

At Devon’s, I work mornings, Friday to Monday.  This was a conscious choice on my part, for a couple of reasons.  One, was that these are the most lucrative mornings of the week, tip-wise.  And two, was that although working weekend days might curtail my nighttime carousing, working a bit hungover or tired was nothing I couldn’t handle.  I am a 46-year old gay man who likes to live life to the fullest, afterall.

One surprising thing about this schedule is that it most certainly has curtailed my going out.  As I mentioned before, my weekends are relatively sedate, and I only stay out till closing one or two nights during the week (closing here is sensible 1am).

And maybe because of my….maturity and habit of actually showing up to work, Devon and my coworkers call me “the last man standing.”  I’ve worked with 3 people in two short months who couldn’t hack the early hours.  They’ve dropped like flies, mainly because they enjoyed their nights so much.  I’m now working through the fourth.

He showed up this morning in absolutely no shape to work.   I’ll not go into details, but I put him in the corner rolling napkins and finished the pre-breakfast set-up myself.  When I couldn’t reach Devon, I took matters in my own hand and got ahold of the other reliable morning server.  He had a yoga class to teach, but said he’d come in afterwards.  That left me with two and a half hours solo on one of the busiest Sundays of the year.

But rather than panic or freak out, I developed a plan.  Lucky contestant number 4 would continue to roll silverware, run my drinks and clear tables.  I’d work the door until Dev arrived, allowing myself up to 10 tables at a time (the place has 15 total).   It was me vs. the whirling machinery of a popular, busy morning restaurant.  I had no fear.  I would do what I had to do.  This could work.

And it did.

Hector, the sous chef, help up his end of the deal and provided me with flawless food.  Devon showed up and ran defense at the door.  Customers seemed to arrive at a nice pace and were not interested in special orders.  There were no parties of 8 with special-diet-needs children.  I was generally upbeat and fun.   I was efficient beyond belief.  Not a single slice of bacon slipped through the proverbial cracks.  I rocked it.

I learned today that I can do anything.  Anything I want.   I can make this dream – whatever it is – happen.  Once I have it figured out, look out.   I’ll be ready to roll.

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2 Comments on “The Children Are Our Future…”

  1. i love you JOHN BROWN! you, my friend, indeed RAWK.

  2. luckstroke says:

    What about numbers, John Brown? How many hot men left you telephone numbers on those guest checks and credit card receipts?


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