First Day of work

When I left this morning, my roommate, landlord, said “good luck on your first day” like I was leaving home for school. Too cute.

We were so busy, our cooks couldn’t keep up, but people seem to be on island time and don’t mind waiting in line for 20 minutes to order. We only had one guy working the bar and he needed help. He and I went for a drink after work. I told him, as soon as I learn the ropes I’ll help him.

I was told today was an average day in tips. If that’s the case, I’ll do fine supporting myself snd still saving for my bar. It was super hard work, never took a pee break, or a lunch break or a break break. Which means I’ll get my good figure back. Hustling all day, and only one meal a day, is how i got in shape on the yacht. but the good thing about this job, there is a beginning and an end. We close at 4pm and we’re out by 5:30. On the yacht, there was no closing time.