Restaurant Gal
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My First Prom
No one forgets their senior prom–the dress, the dinner, the anticipation fraught with drama. I, however, have no prom memories, because I never went to one. Before anyone feels sorry for a Restaurant Gal who was left home alone on one of the crucial archetypal moments of passage in a teenage gal’s almost grown-up world,…
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Doing the Math
I am never late. I never call out. I do it all and as close to perfect as I can. Although I was sure on day one four months ago that I couldn’t possibly do the job for which I was just hired, I was equally sure by day 14 that I am better at…
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It’s Not that I Have Nothing to Say…
…It’s just that I am exhausted every single day from a season’s work schedule that starts at 5:30 a.m. and sometimes doesn’t end until 2 a.m., when I am on call for two other jobs. I have started three posts in three days. I hope to post at least one of them in the days…
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A Concert We Will Go!
I don’t know the last time I went to a concert. Okay, that’s a lie. When RG Daughter was in high school and was studying “The 60s” in history class (yeah, I know), she became obsessed with the Rolling Stones’ contribution to the music of that fine historical era. “We have to go see them,”…
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Longer Days
She always takes a spring break, and always at the height of season when throngs of college kids and families and everyone else in between vies for a coveted spot on the soft white SoFla sand. “I don’t know why I still take a vacation in March,” she said on day two of her stay.…
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Server Trouble
No, not the hospitality-industry type. Rather, the host server for Restaurant Gal. If you had trouble accessing the site for the past two days, you were in good company. Rumors are swirling that the problem has been fixed. Thanks for checking in on RG.
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Charlie the Snowbird
You know the relative–the one who travels from house to house for extended stays with the various family members who diligently take their turns caring for the one who cannot care for himself. Such is Charlie, a young boy with an old soul and bad knees. He hails from D.C., but this winter, he called…
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The Birds
When you work outside, no matter how great the view, you have to contend with the local wildlife. Where I work, the wildlife basically means the scrawny little black birds sporting an occasional splash of yellow that have figured out that our outdoor seating area presents a veritable bird’s smorgasbord. “They’re so cute!” someone or…
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Clusters, Wolves and Weeds
My first second of my new job, I got lost in the parking lot. A beautiful woman in a chef’s jacket showed me the way out. “I despise first days of any job,” I told her on that dark, chilly morning an hour before sunrise. “Thanks for walking me out of the maze.” “I completely…
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Swan Songs Not Quite Sung
“At least one of our employees got a compliment for making a difference for two of our guests,” said the biggest of the management trifecta early on my last day last week. Thank you, RG.” Oh for God’s sake. “This is our new manager, RG,” smiled the second biggest of the management trifecta later on…
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