After a few weeks i had my second day at Patterson's. It went by quickly and wasn't nearly as bad as the first day other than some annoying server who called in during service. Phone rings, I pick up: Me: Thank you for calling Patterson's Palace. this is Kalima, how may i help you?
Girl: Who is this?
Me: Kalima
Girl: Ok are you hostessing tonight?
(In my head i'm thinking: obviously, i just answered the phone didn't I?)
Me: Yes
(Customers are walking in the door and she won't shut up)
Girl: Ok and what servers are on?
Me: [deep breath] Tom, Dick, Harry, etc.
Girl: hmm okay, i'm working tonight and i just wanted to know who else was gonna be there.
Me: Are you serious? Bitch! you'll see when you get here!
Ok so i didn't say that last line but thats what i felt like saying. i was already a bit agitated cuz i would've rather been at an art exhibit/concert that was going on in West Philly. And it didn't help that they'd asked me to come in with less than 24 hours notice. I seem to always find places that lack professionalism. [One time, Nocturnal called me from a party that was already going on and asked if i could shoot it. The other day at bistro, the manager actually had us draw straws to see who closed.] Afterwards I ended up headin to The Khyber since two.one.five was promoting it. Tim* came with me and we stayed there for no more than two minutes. the place was empty and the music was terrible. i was hesitant to go in the first place since that venue is known for punk rock and heavy metal. there's nothing wrong with those genres, but they're not my cup of tea. so we went dancing at cuba libre! and i discovered my new favorite drink - Blue Long Island
I didn't do anything for the rest of the weekend besides work.
Ashley's moving back to Maryland :( so we went to The Olive Garden last night
Sitting outside Italian bistro... 
West Side Story 
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