Many signs in my path the past few days.
Sign One: I lost my subway pass, the one I kept in a nifty little ID case along with my former office ID. I’ve had that thing for years, kept it even after I left the office job. I derived great pleasure by looking at the smirking girl in the photo ID and saying to myself, “You are so not her anymore.”
But I have no idea how I lost the ID, and more importantly the pass with $30 on it. I don’t lose things like that.
Sign Two: Two months ago, Restaurant Gal Son and I stopped in the local grocery store to buy essentials–Doritos, cheese dip, milk for cereal, three bottles of wine and a six of beer. Yes, he is of age. But they carded ME. Oh happy day, dance of joy, please somebody take a photo of me showing the photo ID!
Yesterday, I decided a two-hour walk was in order. One hour to the place to get my hair trimmed, one hour back. Which still left plenty of time for heading to work in the afternoon. I was almost carefree about my morning “off.” Until I bought coffee at a fast food spot and the clerk smiled as she handed me my order, saying, “I gave you the senior discount on the coffee.”
OH MY GOD.
I knew it. The six days a week, 10- to 14-hour days are causing me to age before my and everyone else’s eyes.
Sign Three: My hairdresser, who I adore and who has been trimming my locks for years, commented a year ago when I started in this business, “Well, it agrees with you. You look like a teenager.” Today he said, “Sweetie you look tired. And your hair is way too long, it’s pulling your face down.” My quarter-inch trim ended up being a three-inch off bob of sorts, “To take ten years off,” he added.
Crap. The hairdresser doesn’t lie.
Sign four: The few bitchy guests on Saturday night should have provided great fodder for a post. But I could barely raise one eyebrow over their self-entitled comp requests (If you have to ask for one…). Who cares about them? I have bigger fish to fry–me.
Sign five: MY GM revealed that he and his girlfriend broke it off a few days ago, which is sad. Since then, he’s had two run-ins–totally out of the blue–with former girlfriends he hasn’t seen or thought of in years. Okay, not a sign for me, but it is for him–and it’s kind of weird, yes?
Sign 624: I didn’t laugh, didn’t event crack a smile at the madness Saturday night, our busiest yet. I just wondered: “Is it almost over? Can I finally call it a night?”
Comments
8 responses to “Sign Here”
if its anything…at least you got the senior discount : D
people always think i’m my mom over the phone. and she’s me.
it’s quite odd. the only way my friends know is that she has a heavy viet accent.
The senior discount doesn’t necessarily mean anything. NOw the hairdresser….
Gal, you need to start relaxing a little more.
I haven’t commented before, but you have to do something. Too long not happy…I did your jobs for years, and when it gets this bad, the job is not what you thought!
They say you’re only as old as you feel… so you must be feeling old this week! Shake it off, Gal!! Find that inner teen again.
hahahahahaha on the coffee–i hope you made a fist and then said “good thing the arthritis hasn’t set in yet.”
yep, sounds like you need something hot to give you a recharge, or at least something to give you back some spark!! sex in a public place! take some drugs! party it up untill dawn with complete strangers… try playing tricks on difficult patrons where you know your not getting tips anyway… lemme see, what else… randomly moon some one… do something really nice for someone you dont even know… get a tattoo!! ha ha.. mabey not that one… i dunno pracitice some general wackiness.. buy some one at the bar a drink without telling them…
be your self… we all have ups and downs, we need them… if everything was great all the time then things wouldnt be so great now would they? goog luck!!!11
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