Wow, Hell Week is officially over. I guess it actually ended around 7 pm last night, but of course it’s impossible to know how busy a restaurant is going to be until it actually happens so we started today with a heavy crew and started sending people home as the day progressed.
We started the week (actually Hell Week runs from the day after Compulsive Guilt-Driven Shopping Day until the Sunday afternoon or Monday morning after the New Year) minus a couple of red shirts that I dispatched to the planet You’re Fuckin’ Fired the week before the CG-DSD. Cruel, I know, but it had to be done, and I was able to replace one with a past crewmember who was back from college for the break and the other, unfortunately, with another red shirt. This one’s shirt is really, really red. I foresee his demise in an episode to be titled, "Did You Really Just Say That?" that I expect to air soon.
Actually, the Star Trek analogy is silly and makes me sound like a total dork. Cafe Rio's crew is totally more like this bunch.
Anyway, we are now starting Jesus H. Christ on a Popsicle Stick, What Just Happened? Week, wherein vast herds of Mexican tourists wander in and out of the restaurant, ordering to go then wanting to eat here while we’re on a wait list all the while complaining about the cold and not watching their children rip stuff off of our walls. It is one of my least favorite holidays if I am not drunk. Drunk, I almost enjoy it. Buzzed with the right soundtrack also works.
Hopefully I’ll be able to add a chapter to the New York story soon, and there’s some stuff I want to write for a friend’s blog challenge. I’m also working on a new Rio Rag and we might be opening another restaurant very soon. So, lots going on, but that means lots to vent about, to write about.
I hope all of you have a very happy and prosperous 2009.
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