another stimulating evening

ahhh, ya gotta love a monday on a friday. i work friday through tuesday, so i'm on my monday morning (at 3:30 pm) when most people are gearing up for their weekend to start. it's such a fabulous joy!! not. well, i can't get too whacked out about it, cuz i've never had a "real job" (if there is a more real job than feeding and babysitting adults, i don't know what it is) before, so i don't know what it's really like to work mon-fri, 9-5. i've always been in this industry, and i love it. i've tried a lot of college, but i always end up coming back to this. waiting. i just love it. i love the energy, the people, the freaks (did you know that all the freaks come out on the same night? it's a different night every week, but i swear to god all the freaks gather and go out on the same night) the kitchen crazies, and the food and wine geeks. but, people are weird. people lose all their skills in a restaurant environment. it's ridiculous. they expect me to do everything for them, and yet they also think i'm pretty damn stupid to be "just a waitress." i've worked so hard on my own head to not think about myself as "just" a waitress, but it's hard to fight the majority. the thing is, it's different depending on where you go. i know shit. i know a lot of shit. no, i didn't go to server college, cause there isn't one dammit, but i've don't the equivalent of 13 years of school to get where i am. i study all the time. i learn about food and cooking and wine and cheese and service everyday. i read magazines and books and cookbooks and watch the food network way too much. ask me anything. i know my shit, and if i don't, i'm not afraid to admit and then find out for you. on a different note, my six year old said i need a boyfriend yesterday. i saw a cute guy and said so and my boy said "you need a boyfriend, mom." I of course laughed and said "if i had a boyfriend, you'd have to share me with him." and he said...wait for it..."i'd be ok with that mom. really." i love that kid.