I know how many people were in that party because while I was in the back, innocently....doing something, I can't remember what, Lady Manager came up with the Wide-Eyes and Big Face and announced, "I need you to get this 12-top that's coming in."
Greeeeeat. Wait. Wh-what? No. Did you...you know I already have tables right?
Wider Eyes, Bigger Face. Oh yeah, and they're from corporate. District Manager and what not.
"I need you. I need you. I love you."
Oh, fuck me.
So, with two tables on the other side of the damned restaurant, I walked into a little room we have in the back near the bar, flashed my biggest deep-breath-holy-fuck-me smile and said, "So will this be a quick lunch or a leisurely lunch today?" which got a big laugh from everyone as an inside joke the way that any scripted line that corporate asks us to use is an inside joke (or, just a plain joke to the wait staff).
I commenced getting drink orders and dealing with a party of corporate people. It wasn't so bad, was hardly anything, really, except stressful because that's what I do, I stress. Especially with two other tables on the other side of the restaurant. My co-workers couldn't really help because they were busy with an influx of traffic coming in for lunch. Everything worked out fine, though, and I was planning on using my "You owe me" button with Lady Manager (especially after, later, at the sink washing my hands, I gave her The Eye and she countered, "But you do everything perfect. I need you. I love you.") to scoot on out of there after I wrapped up the party, but Lady Manager scooted herself right on out of there and went to the bank to drop the deposit. Also, I suspect, to Starbucks, and Target, maybe over to K-mart if Target didn't work out, plus she probably had to get gas, which means she had to go in to get her daily two quarts of
Eventually, I did get to go home, and got a message from M saying that she was over at the apartment complex where she is performing pet-sitting duties, and she was at the pool they have and I was invited to come over if I would like. So then I took my happy ass right over to Target to pick up a swimsuit. I ended up at Old Navy because Target didn't have any tops that matched their bottoms, but Old Navy did, they had a top and a bottom that matched and fit. Separate tops and bottoms are a good move - we get to pay more, but we also get a better fit upstairs and downstairs, so everybody is happy, and everybody has given a little, which is what they say you have to do in any good deal.
Sadness, though =
bikini top: size small
bikini bottom: size large
That is the equation of my body, in case you wanted to know.