Wednesday Night Therapy Session

Happy Humpday everybody and welcome to my first iteration of Wednesday night therapy. For the most part, my day-to-day is nothing to write home about and I'm not much of a complainer but after 13 straight working days, I need a safe space to vent.

I'M FOLLOWING CHEAHS ADVICE AND GETTING SNIPPED

My main gig is being the General Manager of a little spot called Geo's Loft. I've done it for about two years now and it's made me consider a vasectomy before I've even considered having children. These kids are ruthless and every day I get closer and closer to dropping a banana peel in front of one of these little gremlins sprinting around my restaurant.

For clarity, we took over the lease 2 years ago but before that, the ice rink ran it. Yep, that's right the ice rink. From my understanding, under their tutelage, this place was run like the Wild West for children. Come on in, throw shit at the walls, get your laps in, and as long as your parents tip well, who gives a damn. These demon spawns were conditioned to finish practice and come upstairs to cause havoc.

Since I've been in charge I've tried to change the narrative with signs displaying "No running, No equipment.", telling each child it's a restaurant, not a playground, and even threatening to make them sit with their parents if they don't comply. OOOOOH SO SCARY.

Last weekend, it came to a boiling point when some pre-teen got in a tussle downstairs and came up crying looking for her mom. I pulled up camera footage to find the accused and share it with the police who came up looking for any information. It sparked my brain for an opportunity to change the behavior of these children for good, so the following day any kid without supervision or a ticket to the game on the ice, they got the boot. See ya later.

However, that doesn't solve my problem with the little ones. I'm talkin' 10 and under, the little bastards. They all give me a respectful "Hi Mr. John." when they enter and I'm not certain if, in their peanut brains, they think, ok I was nice, time to get under his skin. These kids proceed to run around, scream at each other, and throw stuff NON-STOP and I need it to end one way or another. I just don't understand the lack of supervision from the customers. Outside of Dave & Busters or Chuck-E-Cheese, where else can you come in with your kids and have your bartender double as a babysitter? If I don't get hired soon I may end up doing a Boswell impression and kick a winning field goal with no regrets. (just kidding, obviously.)

Tonight I came in to work on some graphics for a new project (more to come) at the back of the bar and maybe get a blog in. Unfortunately, my plans were derailed yet again by 3 little boys who threw their toy cars at the wall twice, were told to stop running 4 times, spilled two cups of water (which I mopped up), and 1 fell and cried before parent intervention.

Morale of the story, to hell with kids, the Sandos bloodline ends with me.

I'M TURNING 30 IN A WEEK AND I'M TERRIFIED BY MY CURRENT SCHEDULE

Dirty thirty right around the weekend and I'm currently killing myself with my current schedule. Don't get me wrong, I'm a high motor, get up and get after it kind of guy so I've been this way since morning weight sessions in high school but going into my 4th decade, I'm afraid I need to figure this shit out.

Last Friday night I was supposed to have off but had both a cook and a bartender call off, so in turn, I had to pick up the slack and go in to cook/manage/bartend (same night I was kicking out all the kids). Then Saturday, I worked a solid 14 hours, then another 10 on Sunday. Weekends are always busy, so this is to be expected for the most part.

Monday morning I skipped my 10 am side gig where I install TVs, cameras, and a bunch of other technical/electrical shit only to come in to bartend 4-11 pm. Now this is where it gets interesting, Tuesday and today.

Tuesday:

• Wake up at 9, let out the dogs, poop, shower, & brush my teeth

• Gas station, C4, body armor rapid rehydration.

• Arrive at day job at 10:10, air up van tires, get to VI at 10:40

• Take down 4 TVs, wait for new ones to arrive

• Hang 4 TVs

• Fix lights behind football sign

• Sit at bar for lunch, get pestered by Long Drink rep

• Leave at 2:40, return to grill to grab my Jeep.

• 15-minute drive to pick up concessions order

• 15 minutes back to the loft to deliver and put away the order as well as two other kitchen orders.

• Walk out at 4, go let dogs out, then go deliver the vapes we ordered for vape machines at separate locations

• Gym time, sauna for 15, cardio, weights, sauna for 10.

• Come back at 6:30, manage until 11, head home to rally rip and play madden.

Wednesday:

• (see Tuesday) just another day eerily close to the above, I've been working since 10 and I'm ready to rip.

There is a bunch more to add but I'm worn out. For the rest of the week, I'll see if I can lock down a last-minute Breakdown interview while repeating the process 2 more times before working all weekend. I do have Friday night scheduled off for myself but I anticipate having to come and save the day or at minimum boot out some bastards terrorizing my business. (Just kidding, I hope.)

Other than that though, life's good. Great therapy sesh, see ya next week.

Viva