Yesterday, Today, & Tomorrow

No! I am not talking about the plant, or the movie. There is an old saying that goes something like this:

There are two days in every week we should not worry about, two days that should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares, its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed, forever beyond our control.
The other day we shouldn't worry about is tomorrow, with its possible adversities, Its burdens, its large promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is also beyond our control.

That said, I will only report (a tiny bit) about today because this day was an almost exact re-run of yesterday only without the screaming Blue Meanies.*

Weather was/is cool-cloudy-rainy and few customers were in a good mood. We were inundated as soon as the doors opened.  Within 10 minutes there were no more lunch menus to offer the continuing wave of people and there seemed no end in sight.

Yesterday, 2 servers began to panic.  I shut them down immediately. Call it a verbal bitch-slap. They were more prepared today, thank G*d!  They needed to be.

Following the initial onslaught Happy Hour kicked in and a whole new bunch (the drinkers) bounded through the doors making the bar and lounge areas almost impossible for servers to navigate, but somehow they got through.  Bless 'em.

The dining room and bar hummed non-stop (with a half-hour wait at one point) until 2:30 when we got a short breather...then at 3 pm, it started all over again. Two servers came in at that time and helped relieve the pressure on the other 7 who, by this time, were mumbling to themselves. All I wanted last evening was a cold compress and two very cold olives, if you get my drift.

The people today were more patient and understanding of the situation. That's why I have enough energy to write this tonight.

The satisfaction came from comments by the exiting diners regarding the food and service;  That we served over 300 diners, between 11:30 am and 4 pm - both days - was the real reward. The numbers were staggering and feedback was very good over-all. Yes, there are always whiners, but nothing to be taken seriously, believe me. Knit-picking Harpies was all.

Tomorrow is another day.  Now where have I heard that line before?

*See Yellow Submarine! And if you haven't, you should.

More later.
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