My day last thursday was more than utter crap. It was one for the record books. I was enjoying my frozen walk across the desolate campus on the second day of the new year in Denver. Right about the time I had set about three steps into the 150 year old building I thought that it would be just fine if it were a slow short quiet day. The space that I entered was the bottling house of a brewery originally and I mention that because it would be curious how the same space could only have only three floor drains that are only slightly smaller than this laptop when its closed. The bottling house, which is a little more like the mouth of a hibernating dragon, had been asleep for 10 days straight and as we may all do after such a grand slumber there was a considerable amount of drool. All three floor drains had slowed to a stop and there was a one inch puddle of backwater inside the front door. The entire dish room was also an inch or more of water standing after ten days of around room temp and smelled sort of like a large wet dog making sweet love to a porta potty. Good news was there absolutely no perishable product in the building making it difficult to open to the public and do what I was meant to do. I knew then that last thursday was exactly like every other unsurprisingly torrential day I have spent in a restaurant. And it was also more than likely my very last day in this godforsaken career that has given me everything.
I don't think I have yet to mention how much I despised the management of this job who showed absolutely no respect or consideration for the power of this beautiful sleeping monster. I won't yet call this dragon ancient but she is at the very least antique. I mean here I was paying my reverence by cleaning up her drool with a squeegee at nine in the morning while she still slept.
My very first restaurant job was as a dishwasher at the Blue Parrot in Louisville, CO in the spring of 1987.
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