I'd sing a song to make you feel this way

The humidity of the day is oppressive as I walk through my section outside, making sure my tables have everything they should. My shift has barely begun and I'm already sticky from sweat and scowling at the back of a collegue's head who was supposed to be doing the same side work as me but seemed to have conquered the skill of wandering aimlessly instead. It's not supposed to be a busy night so I'm getting my thumbs ready for twiddling. A few tables sat...people change come August, as does everyone in the restaurant. Everyone's tired, parents are tired of hanging with their kids, waitstaff is tired of dealing with their customers and their customers' kids, managers and kitchen staff are tired of dealing with the waitstaff and everyone's tired of the heat and insane humidity. You can see it in people's eyes when they come to work...ok, it's so and so's night to have a short fuse...tonight started as my night.

Then, in the middle of the dinner rush, the sky opens up and pours on the crowded patio diners. All the tables scurry inside to have the hostesses scramble to find open tables for the soaked customers. All the tables except mine that is. They move under the umbrellaed tables and I inadvertently joined a wet t-shirt contest. Delivering food to tables that were inside and had no idea of the downpour was pretty hilarious. There is something about things going wrong and being totally out of my control that puts me surprisingly at ease. The shift turned out well in the end...I got out earlier than expected and now my first attempt at sorbet is sitting in the freezer.

I can see the stars come through my room

Going to Madison last week was a little strange. I had a great time and it was so good to see everyone and hang out with friends, but I also found myself driving a carload of stuff to Goodwill and feeling embarrassingly sad about the fact that I would not be starting school, moving into a new apartment, living with friends, seeing friends daily, being in Madison all the time (etc. etc. etc...) this month.

Door County is quieter than usual as my local posse is only up here every other weekend or so. Work is great though. Heavy pockets plus I just work with some great people. Although, working in the kitchen, then on the floor is making me feel like I just weightlifted for 10 hours...which I kind of did in a way, our plates are pretty damn heavy, as are the sheet trays full of creme brulees. I'm still looking for a place to do yoga up here...we'll see how that goes.