I took my server final today, and my uniform is currently in the dryer awaiting pressing so that I can do my server audit tomorrow. As the day wears on I keep thinking of things that I could have done to do better on the final, but you know what, I really don't (or rather shouldn't) care. Did I do my best? No. But you see, the thing is that its just a job. They're not going to fire me, the worst they can really do is make me train longer, which while it would be embarassing, wouldn't be the end of the world. It's not like I spent 4 years in college to be a waitress or something. And I know I'll rock my audit tomorrow. I'm a great schmoozer. I honestly just can't wait to get on the floor and start making some money. I'll just have to suffer through tomorrow and then I can do my 3 shifts with 2 tables and after that I can pick up shifts until the next schedule comes out. Now, instead of getting into a nice comfy bed and reading The Kitchen God's Wife
by Amy Tan as I really want to do, I'm gonna get into bed and study the wine list so I can suggest some good wines to whichever manager I have to serve tomorrow. Ugh.