Yesterday's function at work was pretty hectic. Chris (the super nice blind dude who golfs) and his very supportive amazing wife Sheila held their annual "Golf for Vision" fundraiser event at the Fern. Around 200 people showed up and most of them were members so it was cool that I knew almost everyone there. It was tough trying to pass one-plate-at-a-time of appetizers around the crowd because whenever I'd get past the front, the plate would be empty and people in the back were getting grumpy. You can't reason with these people either, "But hold on, don't grab, people in the back haven't gotten any yet" does not work. So for about an hour an half I had to deal with that while Colin set up for dinner and the other girls handled the bar. Finally dinner was about to start so we divided 20 tables plus the tables on the deck up between all of us and we quickly passed out all the salads and got a head count on who was eating steak and who was eating fish. We were running around like crazy making sure everyone got their food and was happy. Then we had to run back and forth from the bar refilling their Pinot Noir's and Captain N Coke's, making sure there were no empty beers in front of them, and of course clearing all of their empty plates upon finishing. While trying to maneuver my way through the tables, they were also doing the raffle and people were standing up, shouting, laughing, cheering. It was crazy. They finally started heading out and we quickly cleaned up the entire place and our night ended around 11. We each made about 450 bucks in tips so it was a very good night for us!
Sometimes I sit back and think how lucky I am to have such amazing co-workers. I constantly think back to the Marie days, where they all made me feel like crap and like I was the "bitch" when really it was always them. They were just evil, backstabbing, shit-talkers, and I am so thankful that shit is no longer in my life. And I also think back to the Bonita days and how so many people were like that. Everywhere I went in Cali, I constantly felt like I had to defend myself from people who wanted others to feel like shit. It wasn't until I moved to Washington when I realized there actually are good people out there and not everyone is "out to get you". Sounds like paranoia, but the place I grew up, it was reality. And I am so glad that even though people over here put on a bitchy, rude front, deep down the majority of them are awesome people. Which is the exact opposite from California. Over there people are fake nice to your face, but deep down pieces of shit. Sigh.
I'm also glad I am getting to know most of the members on a personal level. It is nice to no longer be "the new girl", and I'm finally "breaking out of my shell" and having a fun time being around everyone. My favorite is Scott, everyone jokes around with me about him because I actually find him attractive. He is 28 and a pretty heavy-set dude. But he is SO funny! He will sit at the bar and joke around with me all day and he just makes time fly. There is the 652s, a group of older guys who come in at 6:52 every morning to play golf. They expect their coffee to be made and their bagels toasted and ready for them before they go out in the morning. They come back in and order the same drinks every day. Ray gets his Grey Goose and OJ, Pat gets his diet coke with a lime in a beer mug, Mike gets his Ketel Citroen on the rocks with three limes squeezed and one lemon wedge floating. Etc. Etc. as the list of these guys go on. By the time they leave the Troy group comes in. Dave has to have his Ultra, Fred his fresca and cran, and of course Eddie must have a cold, cold, cold Heiny. Etc. etc. There is usually 15-20 guys in this group. And then of course Jack's group comes in and he spends 200 bucks every day on drinks for them and NEVER EVER mess up Jack's drink order. He is the biggest ass, but I still love him and he always tips us at least 40 bucks. Summer is almost over and it is going to be SO WEIRD to not see all these guys every day anymore. Things are going to change and it just sucks because I'm finally settled in and comfortable and I just want things to stay the same. But hey, there is always next summer!
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