I don't live a regular Monday to Friday nine-to-five life style. I get Tuesdays and Wednesdays off of work as my "weekend". I leave work at a different time every night. I do the same thousand motions every day at work but I never do them in the same order. I love my job. It's a crazy life but it's perfect for my adult ADD, constant need for stimulation, and my extroverted desire to always have someone to talk to.
Here's an average day in my life with pictures stolen from my instagram www.instagram.com/sweetmeredithmarie (feel free to follow me!).
11:00-- Rise and shine. Yes, I'm a giant asshole and don't wake up until late into the morning. Perks of working the night shift.
11:30-- Go for a run. I am completely miserable the entire time. But what can you do? Think skinny thoughts I guess.
12:45-- Shower, quick lunch, rush rush rush.
1:20-- Leave for work. Down the big hill, cross the river, and up a mountain. Best 25 minute commute of my life
1:45-- Clock in for work. I technically start at 2 but at the restaurant "early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable". Blah blah blah...
Dive into prep work for tonight's dinner service. Make staff meal. Gossip with coworkers.
Prep list includes roast red peppers, make roasted ham stock, butcher whole chickens into portions for fried chicken, etc.
Set up for tonight's private event
4:30-- Staff meal! We hang out at picnic tables behind the restaurant and enjoy 15 minutes of calm before the chaos of service tonight.
5:30-- Our first reservations arrive.
7:30-- Buffet for 75 starts. The dishes on the buffet can never go below half empty so we have to constantly keep them filled while also cooking for a full dining room. It's a beast of a night.
9:30-- Last entrees go out. Let the cleaning begin!
11:00-- Finally clocking out. Change into my own clothes, pull my hair out of the ponytail and pin it back, paint on some make up. Now I'm ready for the bar! So so so ready for the bar.
11:30-- Arrive at Ye Olde Dive Bar (names have been changed to protect the not so innocent). It's karaoke night. Beer is $2 a bottle. Drink. Dance. Definitely don't sing kareoke. Avoid coworker who is trying his damnedest to take me home with him. Definitely don't go home with him. Do flirt with the cute friend of a friend.
2:00-- Come in the door. Yoga pants happen within the first 30 seconds of arrival. Flop into bed and read cookbooks.
3:00-- Lights out. Let's start this whole thing over again tomorrow.... (especially the part where I flirted with the hottie)