On My Feet

...for 6 1/2 hours straight today, serving at a banquet at the big convention center here. The work was easy, just give attendees a choice of drinks and clear away their dishes when they were done. Oh, and roll silverware, put bottled water on the tables, bus tables and clear tables of linens after it was all over.

I lucked out. We served about 3500 people, but my tables were so far away from the buffet line, I only had 16 people to take care of. I had plenty of time to pitch in and help some other servers.

I enjoyed the work, but by the end of it all, my feet were killing me. I'm just not used to being on my feet for that long at a time. No, we didn't get a break, unless you count the couple of times I managed to sneak away to the bathroom. And no, that's not legal (to not let us have a break), but most of us were too busy to have said anything about it. They did give us the option of eating a meal once we were done, but by then it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. It was too close to supper for me to eat a big meal, so I opted to just take off and hobble the three blocks to where I parked the van. I had to question if the $9 I saved on parking was worth those three blocks. Yeah, but just barely.

Tomorrow is the big interview. I'll let you know how it goes.