So, my dad and stepmom’s weekend visit has come and gone. As expected, we spent the days in an orgy of gluttony, moving from one meal to the next. I had some great ice cream, crab cakes, and stuffed French toast. (At three different meals. I’m not a gorger!)

AND, a fabulous thing happened. Saturday we went to my restaurant for lunch. I can make reservations since I work there, so we didn’t have to wait in line for hours like all the tourists do (and yes, they really do this, no matter the weather). As we filed into the elevator like cattle, one of the managers came running around the corner, called my name, held the elevator doors open (seriously, yes, just like in the movies), and said to me, “Go buy your server shirt and apron! I’m moving you up.”

Which means that I have now graduated from server assistant to bona fide server. Which means TONS OF FRIGGIN CASH. I start training tomorrow. I am five training shifts until the tons of cash!

Tomorrow is bingo night. Phallic markers, here I come.