Ten hours of waiting tables done, innumerable to go. I served my first Guinness at M's nearly eight years ago now. Though it had been well over a year since I last reported for duty, it all came back immediately. The memory of how to get through a big rush has apparently just been living in my muscles all this time, and today it just tumbled out. In short, I rocked.
Until my back started hurting at about hour 6, I felt like I was 22 again. Just smarter and not so hungover. Right now I'm thinking that if I could just get a few more freelabce copyediting and writing jobs, I could work a few shifts a week at M's for the cash and have a pretty good life, with the right mix of work I like and contact with humanity. I can just see myself slipping back into that kind of life.
We'll see how I feel after I drag my tired old ass through the rush tomorrow.