to change the world

i awoke at 8, only to repeatedly hit the snooze. it was ugly outside, gray skies and rain, and the thought of finishing up the inventory from last night left an empty feeling in my stomach. or maybe that was the heavy microbrew. who knows.

walked in at 9:59 and immediately plugged in numbers, learned a few things about our system from my AD, and then dealt with lunch. screamed at a few people, resolved to get some menu questions fixed, and then helped a woman get her car out of our back parking lot (which is not ours, and you risk being stuck there for hours if you do park).

knocked our food % from 35.6 to a 32.9 and then, because i do know what i'm doing sometimes, down to 30.46. our budget is 31%. this is the second time in two weeks that we've come in under our mandated number.

in between i just do my thing, get a card, a hat, and a sash(?) from the staff. and then i drink, first with one of our servers (cute, and irish, and leaving in two weeks), and then by myself, watching football and trading jibs at the idiocy with the people next to me.

i walk home, feeling strangly good despite myself, and then proceed to txt my buddy up in nyc to great hilarity.

and now is when i stumble into sleep, eyes blurry from what i don't know.