My shoulder

So March 22nd there was a going-away party for a co-worker. It involved a nasty mix of alcohol and karaoke, two things that can only mix nastily. I can always measure my drunkeness at these affairs by how many times I sing, this was a good night, just sang once. After getting home and changed for bed, I went to the kitchen for a drink. I filled the cup from the faucet, then turned around to drink. (It's hard to imagine your water as refershing and clean while looking at dirty dishes in your sink.) As I did so, my feet slipped on some heretofore unnoticed water on the floor, and down I went. On my way, I made the feeble attempt at catching myself with my left hand on the counter. I missed. My elbow, unbeknownest to me, decided to martyr istelf and catch on the counter anyway, causing my whole arm to be swept up in a very swift and crunching manner.

So, at about 4am on the 23rd, I damaged some piece in my shoulder. I waited a month, but today finally went to an orthopedic doctor. Now I face an MRI next week, and unless its much better than we all think, I may well be facing surgery. I'm not a big fan of the concept, but its not the surgery itself I find bothersome, its missing work. My situation doesn't demand much money to live, just to live as I would like. But that isn't much compared to the whole, how am I supposed to fill my jobless days?

I, most of the time, like serving. I'm of the age that I am supposed to be in some sort of career styled after my college degree, but as I had kids instead of a degree, that is not the case. Serving is good money for the hours worked, and offers a job wherein you can form those wacky schedules conducive to going back to school. (not to mention an extra day off is often easily had by getting someone to just pick up your shift--no trying to eek or count out personal days.)

So serving is money, fast paced but basically easy, and often entertaining. If you've ever been eating out and wondered if your server was talking about you in the back--yes, we are... and it's hilarious. I work with great people, some of whom are some of the funniest people I've ever known.

So my shoulder isn't just cheating me out of money, but costing me a huge loss in material at not being able to make fun of customers with my coworkers.

So I guess I'll just make fun of you to your face right here. I'll come eat at your restaraunt later, and you can go in the back and talk about my list of special instructions with your friends then.