It was, as they say in the restaurant business, a long story tonight. Weather miserable, cold, sleeting. Lots of standing behind the bar, sort of posing, trying to look interested, lots of glass-polishing and weak smiling. No customers except the ones already seated in the dining room. I kept thinking "I'm missing 'America's Next Top Model - Cycle 4' for this." Imagine standing behind a completely empty bar, virtually on-stage, with nothing to do, for two to three hours. It can feel kind of humiliating, but it's not. It is, though, difficult to pull off on these slow winter nights.
By the end of the evening, I'd made $27.00 in tips. $27.00 bitches! Spring can't get here quickly enough.