Working long hours 6 days weekly keeps one occupied, but out of the loop and definitely away of any social activities. Not that my mailbox was stuffed with invitations, or anything like that, it will be nice to come up for air after Labor Day. I know the dos locos (Joe in white and Darryl in blue pictured at left) are more tired than the rest of us. They are in the restaurant every day, arriving shortly after I do. Joe runs the restaurant side and Darryl the bar side. An excellent arrangement for everyone involved. I love them both and appreciate the incredible effort they put into the place at every level.
I can't (and won't) complain. I've moved into town, walk to work, close to the boardwalk and beach, continue to empty boxes from the previous life and gawk in amazement at their contents, and though climbing out of the added expense of the move (movers, utility & Verizon deposits) will be a struggle for a while, I ought to be out from under that too, by October. Then there's the Hospital Medical Bills which were finally addressed and the latest charges added to my existing balance, adding an additional 9 months of payments, which is OK and preferable to the outstanding bill being put out for collection because of stoopidity, that would have ruined my credit rating - which I may need again someday.
Worked with an incredible bunch of people today; a good team attentive to detail - for the most part - you know, 1 or 2 always develop senior moments, but I chalk that up to the busy-ness of the day. We all worked hard and I felt better for it.
Had a Golden Margarita after-shift because I still have no sense of taste/smell and to have anything else would be a waste of good liquor. Dr. Eddie, our resident Romanian Bartender gave me a shot of Jameson's Irish Whiskey with a wedge of lime. Instructed me to knock back the whiskey and follow up quickly by sucking the lime. I did as the Dr. ordered and not only was the combination a surprise treat, but within minutes my voice was almost back to normal and less like the Brenda Vaccaro voice that's been with me all week. Colour me surprised and amazed. Oh, and tipsy...
Bland leftovers and a G & T are on the menu for supper then I will shower and hit the sheets praying for the ability to smell/taste by tomorrow.
And so it goes.
*
The loss of your taste may be something as simple as a cold. I had a cold some years ago that affected my taste. I couldn't taste anything. Working six days a week your immune system might be in a weakened state and more susceptible to acquiring a cold from someone else at work.
ReplyDeleteWhen the touristas leave you will have to rejoin our social activity. Tomorrow Paul, Jack and Bob C. and I are lunching at La Quezalteca in Millsboro. We're still staying away from Rehoboth until the Horde vamooses.
Ole!
oooh gin and tonic, sweetie !
ReplyDeleteHope this smell/taste defective will be over soon. [IMHO it has been there already too long].
ReplyDeleteSounds like much needed rest and relaxation is in order.
ReplyDelete