spaced.out.

Today my mind is lost in a blanket of clotted clouds.

I'm usually pretty swift with bar work but today's first two customers ended up becoming my victims when I forgot to add in a main mixture to their coconut colada. The cocktail I served was nearly the colour of sewage, and only after 6 hours into my shift, and a comment from my manager ("Kimmy, what happened to your first cocktail today??") did I realise that I had missed out the cream. Dohh..

Waitressing somehow makes you good at shorthand cakar ayam writing because you're constantly in a rush to get everybody's order down. But it's bad when your  brain decides to be a black hole on that day because this was what I read when I tried to recall Table 11's drink order:

drinks:

marg clss (ok, margarita classic)

l. slndt (and this is when I went, whatthe!@#@ is l. slndt?!)

I had to send my colleague to ask the guy twice before I realised that I had scribbled, in writing that looked like bird shit on my notepad:  long island ice tea.

wait, I'm not finished.

so yes there was little spaced out me placing dry glasses back into their respective places. By some freak of nature, I pivoted and managed to smash the glass I was holding right into the ice holder. Not bad, I manage to held on to it without dropping it. A second later, the entire restaurant went silent as the glass exploded and shattered into literally a million pieces in my hand.  I am not even joking: it's the perfect example of what emo singers would imagine their broken heart to be. It was like a bloody car accident, except I was holding onto the windscreen. My manager took one look at me, sheepishly holding the little shards in one hand still cupped in the shape of a glass, and then.." KIMMY! Take 30 minutes break and sit down right now please!" After realising that the shards had left little cuts here and there on my hands, I got sent home under the impression that I was too tired :P 

The one good bit about being spaced out was that I was too reckless to care about getting verbally abused and managed to win an argument against a burly man who made up lies and refused to pay despite eating everything to the bone. 

Tomorrow will be a different story.