I totally missed World Wide Knit in Public Day. Oh I was aware of it, but I did not leave my house. I was to exhausted, my feet hurt, my legs hurt, my ass and my shoulder hurt from where I fell, and my hands were swollen and cramped. Then I went to work. So no knitting in public for me. I know ya’ll are wondering what the hell I’m talking about, I’m talking about the fact that 30 year old misanthropes who have never waitressed before should probably not. Don’t get me wrong I like the second job, if I have to have one (and I do) this is the one to have. But the truth is that even though I’ve gotten somewhat back into shape and I’m not afraid of hard work (hello I grew up on a farm I’ve hauled firewood, put in fence etc), I am not 16 or even 25. No I’m not falling apart, but since my day job for the last 8 or so years and been sitting on my ass in front of one computer or another and my hobbies include sitting on my ass waving two sticks around a bit of string or reading, uh, I am not necessary a fine physical specimen. The winery is a big place and there are steps and a lot of people and if we are busy I run (or rather briskly walk) non stop all night. The truth is that I don’t like people, not most people, not really. I just don’t. Plus, I think anyone who shows up to a place packed wall to wall and thinks is ok to expect their waitress to stand there while they finish chatting is an asshole, also sitting at the same table all night when I could have had 5 other groups sitting there and only tipping 15% – asshole. Because my impulse to tell this people how rude and ridiculous they are I spend all night bitting my tongue and trying to not letting it show on my face how much I despise their pretension, their innate belief that they are better than me. This means this job is work. I am exhausted when I’ve worked all night. But I still like it, sometimes I like it better than my day job. But this is the reason I was not knitting in public yesterday I was recuperating to go back to work last night.
Also for some reason starting sometime Friday evening and lasting through almost the whole day yesterday Nate’s cell phone (or probably his network) flipped out and was randomly resending all the text messages he’d sent me recently. There were a lot. And there was no consideration for sleeping. I finally had to just ignore the phone altogether. It was unbelievably annoying. I love technology and texting but here is a prime example of how technology can turn on you and bite you on the ass. At 5 am.