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Managerial Timber

Yesterday was just surreal. It's impossible to believe that events transpired the way they did.

I was supposed to pick Mom up at 8 for a Doctor's appointment at 8:30, but did not wake up until 8 thanks to no alarm. Whoops. There's a produce wholesaler right next door to me, who decided to get a delivery that day with a truck so long it filled up their parking lot and the rode, trapping me in the house. After wailing on the horn for ten minutes with nothing to show for it but dirty looks, I get out of the car and let these people know I have to pick up someone and take them to the hospital. That seems to light a fire under the driver's ass, and I get out just in time to be stuck behind a student driver going 10 miles an hour. Finally get to Mom and drop her off at the front door of UVa and spend another frustrating bundle of minutes finding a parking spot. While waiting for Mom's bloodwork to come back I get a call that makes me regret saying I could be "On Call" on Monday. I still haven't showered yet, but I go to work regardless to find very little staff, malfunctioning computers, and a reservation for 9 with my name on it, along with a 12-table section. Yeah. . . go me. Luckily, we were actually fairly slow, so I never got in over my head.

After showering, I return to work more refreshed and ready to kick some ass, which I have no choice but to do as I end up working the Cafe by myself. Fear me, for I actually pulled it off. Finally, to cap this strange day off was an occurence that was good but quite curious. The following conversation happened between myself and R, one of the managers, while I was closing out my last table.

Me: Hey, can I get a discount for Table 120? They have a coupon.
R: *hands me her manager key-card* You know how to do it. Discount your own food while you're at it.
Me: *does so* Danke. . . *jokingly:* Hey, when can I get my own little card?
R: *seriously:* You interested?

That response just kinda floored me. We talked about it a little more, and she told me she thinks I'd be Manager Material. She doesn't have the authority to make me one, but she can definitely suggest it to those who do. Mind you, I'd just do that part time and take tables the rest, as I actually make less money as a manager. Still, I'd get free food whenever I was doing so, and it would actually less physically exhausting, not to mention looking great on a Resume, so it's something I may have to consider. Now, for all I know, the Powers That Be hold a completely different opinion, but the compliment was well-recieved, regardless.

I do, however, find it disgusting that when the pay-period ends on Wednesday I may very well have logged 60 hours for the week (Thurs-Wed).