I don’t know if it is the weather, the time of year, the restaurant…the anything…but it’s been DEAD for many days now. Occasionally we’ll have a busy day but for the most part we are struggling.

The staff is unhappy, the kitchen is unhappy…I doubt corporate is all that pleased either.

I’m trying very hard to keep myself busy with projects but it isn’t easy.

Bleah.

When I was an accountant you pretty much knew what the day was going to be like before it even started. Hell, you knew what the week…the month…perhaps even the year was. It was extremely static…do this on this day, that on that day…boring.

I am a fan of consitency (at times) and knowing what will happen at a given time (at times). But working in a restaurant…hell, you honestly have NO clue what my happen at any given day. Sure you’ve got a semblance of concept of a theory…sunny day = more business, banquet for 30 at noon, etc etc. But there will almost always be some little thing that pops up that is…unknowable until it happens.

Tuesday March 14, 2006—

BL is coming in. BL is the President and owner of the corporate entity that owns this…and all the restaurants in the “chain”. He is Mr Big Guy (literally and figuratively). The note I have is… “BL will be here in the AM, alert the staff!”. No explanation why, no specific time…great. Not a BIG deal…but still…annoying.

The plaza calls…the group that runs the “mall” where the restaurant is located. They are telling me that some inspection people are coming by this week to, well, inspect. And she is FREAKING OUT about our chairs and storage outside. Yes there are a couple little areas that need attention…but she is seriously freaking about one area in particular…where we are following the fire code…and have a mountain of chairs. We have no place to put these chairs. This could be interesting.
The funny thing is that nothing bad has happened. Nothing has gone wrong. But the potential…yow.

Ya know, I think that is the deal with restaurants…the REAL deal. Every day is a potential for extreme and radical disaster.

But I think it’ll go smooth.

Well…then again…smooth is boring, isn’t it.