Sacrilege

I had the most excellent post 3/4 finished on Saturday night, when Himself (husband) walked in and tripped over my power cord, snapping it in half with his unknown super powers. ARGGGGHHHHHHHH!
You may ask what is it that was so damn important that I was blogging on a SATURDAY night? I quit my job.Of course, I may not have gone in a blaze of glory, but at least a puff of smoke. I have no other explanation other than I had simply just had enough of the neanderthal lurking in the kitchen, waiting to humiliate anyone his laser beam eyes land on. Apparently, in addition to all my other new titles, I unknowingly became a carpenter and an electrician somewhere down the line. Mr Cheese vehemently proclaimed that I was not doing my job, because there were two broken chairs (wooden cafe chairs, so not durable) by the far side wall in the main dining room. Also, the one man band left a 6 ft extension cord plugged (the horrors!) in, from the previous night. Being extremely observant, Mr Cheese proceeded to badger me on why there were TWO high chairs in the main dining when there was supposed to be one in each station. I news flashed him on the fact that there are FOUR high chairs, he told me to (and I quote) "SHUT UP!".
oh. my. god.
I had to stop myself. You see, I have a temper. It takes years to wane away the tolerance, but when it does, LOOK OUT. DUCK. HIDE. This man had pushed the invisible button that kick starts my temper. He finally walked away from me, while telling me that the plants that had just been hung on Thursday needed watering. On a Saturday night. makes sense, right? ha.
Typical of most Saturday nights, we had a full book, with little to no in between gaps. I was running,Mrs h was running, bus kids scrambling, waitress' w/ laden trays fleeing the kitchen before the sear plates cool to an inaudible hiss...
6:55 pm, getting ready for the 40 7 pm reservations we have due to be seated, with an already packed house. I take in an armload of plates in 4 the dishwasher, who is lagging behind as usual. As I walk in and start to clean plates, Mr Cheese screams across the kitchen that i had, single handedly, fucked the entire wait staff AND the kitchen, the whole line. all by myself. hmmmm.... I turned looked him strait in his beady eyes, smirked, set down the plates and walked through the door. I proceeded to unhitch the pager, telephone, pens and clip board from my person, set them on the service bar, carefully. I grabbed my purse and coat and asked my kid for the car keys. Chins everywhere on the floor. As I sailed out the front door I calmly told my kid to tell Mr Big Fucking Cheese to water his own friggin plants. I went home.
Home safe home.
Himself was crashed out in his Man Chair, and was startled when I came in during daylight hours. This is unheard of when one goes to work at 4 pm. He was so surprised by my having just walked out of my job he ALMOST got out of his man chair. He knew it was a matter of time before I took my annual hiatus from the hotel. Its been my running joke with most the regulars for the last two years, this here and gone and back again hostess deal. I used to say I only worked during allergy season, but this year screwed that one up :)

I have no idea if I will be cleaning the Hotel or not. Kid seems to think that I will be back at the podium next Friday, I think she is wrong. It's sacrilege to walk out in the middle of a hit like I did, Even if I was right. Honestly, I think I need some time away from the freak show called The Hotel.

On a high note, My cousin Kevin rocks, he came and gave the ranch a make over, for FREE! Who can argue with free landscaping? Its so Feng Shui, think I'll go sit and read a book on this fine sunny morning.....