Monday Musings ~ July 29, 2019

Whoa…what happened to the weekend? It was here and then POOF! gone. *Sigh*


Live, love, bark! ๐Ÿพ

65 thoughts on “Monday Musings ~ July 29, 2019

    1. It worked well for these Knuckleheads. Thanks for swinging by the Ranch; we ๐Ÿ’œ visitors.

  1. since we are late getting around, Monday has come and gone and Tues is almost over. Tomorrow is hump day and then it is almost the weekend โ€“ Wahoo!
    Mabel & Hilda

    1. Awk! Sheโ€™s already demanding enough space without customizing it too.

  2. Let me know if that works and I’ll give it a go myself. Hope by the time I move the sun will come back from his holidays. Thing is that once he settles back in I think it’s going to be a hot summer. This means that the drought will intensify in New South Wales and Victoria and we will probably go on restricted use. Ah yes, Australia – the Lucky Country…

  3. Oh, Ma said the same thingie! It seemed like just yesterday it was Friday!!! BOL! And the summer has gone by fast too ~ it’s almost August! time is flyin’ way too fast lately โ˜บ
    Anyhu, you guys look like you have the right idea…sleep til Friday comes!
    Ruby โ™ฅ

    1. You know Ruby, that’s somehow not going to be a problem with these Knuckleheads. Only 54 days until autumn. But who’s counting? ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

  4. UGH! We tried but the darn alarm clock went off at 5:30. Thank goodness for naps. BOL!

    1. We’re back in the mid-90’s again here too. Ugh. 54 days and counting.

  5. Its real hot there, isn’t it? The best thing to do when its real hot is to drink lotsa water or juice and flop about. Who cares what day it is when we’re flopping about like land locked trout.


    1. Yup, it’s in the mid-90’s again. Too hot to even flop. Thank goodness for air-conditioning.

    1. So far the Knuckleheads seem to be chillin nicely without Monday bugging them.

  6. Awww, do you really care that it’s Monday? Your peeps might, but I doubt that you two do.

    Have a woof woof day and week. My best to your peeps. โ™ฅ

  7. I cannot agree more! My two days off of making like a slug felt like a minute.
    Then I get to open my “Monday” (yesterday) with a 12-hour shift. I’m not loving this schedule…
    Happy Monday to you and the “kids”!

    1. Those 12-hr. shifts to start the week are ruff-hope things get better as the week progresses. Smooches and tail wags.

          1. Nah. Doesn’t get dark till almost 9. And besides, I’m inside at the bar, in the cool while my coworkers are sweltering in this gawd-awful heat. Feeling kinda lucky, I admit.

            1. ๐ŸฅฐI’ve always thought shifts in the food industry were many hours jammed into a small period of time. I.E. it’s hard work. Enjoy the AC and may the tips be a-flowin. You deserve it.

              1. Well, in this nuthouse where I work, we do five days per week (when we are not coerced into six) and it truly is a distinct type of place. One of the waiters who joined us a few months ago keeps saying what a fucked up place this is. He has never worked so hard in his life.
                Tips don’t a-flow. Ever. They are members and have a bar bill and are charged monthly with their tips automatically added on. We never get extra. Almost never. And not from the members but maybe occasionally from their guests.

                1. The hotel I did banquets had a no tip policy for servers too. Hardest work I’ve ever done but the hourly rate wasn’t too bad so it was ok. Only did it to finance my gypsy travels but the peeps were an interesting collection of humanity and far more so than the entitled banquet guests for the most part. Some people think servers are indentured servants and not real live people. ๐Ÿ˜ฌ

                  1. That’s what they do for us. I get like over $3 more than the minimum servers’ wage to make up for the missing 4% in tips. We get 11 instead of the basic 15 in most places.
                    But honestly, the schlepping of tables and chairs is crazy. Yesterday was a “Battle of the Sexes” golf tournament. When they all came back I was like a friggen spinning top at the bar. Had to get a friend to come and help me at one point as the tickets were coming in non-stop. Was nuts.
                    And yeah, we are way on the bottom of the totem pole for some. Which is why I used to just say I worked in a golf club and omitted the server part.

                    1. That was the same with us and we had to be able to schlep 10 plates on a tray just to get hired. And walk miles. After working all day for demanding attorneys and then working a night banquet from demanding banquet guests, you were one tuckered out puppy when you got home. Though the creme brรบle for dessert sure went down smoothly ๐Ÿ˜›(we were able to eat the selection of the evening for free). Always preferred night banquets over brunches and lunches for better hours but nights brought out the worst in guests. #toomuchalcohol

                    2. I cannot imagine doing two jobs when this is one of them! There are a couple I work with who do… non merci.
                      I don’t enjoy doing the banquets at all, preferring table service and the exchanges that can happen there. Why I’m having fun at the bar- and I don’t know if it is so, but it does seem more sit there now than before. That charming barmaid and all ๐Ÿ˜‰ ! No, seriously, some did before, too.
                      We get to eat leftovers, too which sometimes comes just as we are all about to faint from lack of energy!

                    3. One the one hand banquets are easy. But it’s hard physical labor and patrons are often snooty and rude. You can generally figure banquets frequently serve Chicken Chernobyl for many events (i.e. wedding receptions). We’re trying to plate 500 dinners in 20 minutes and someone invariably asks for a special item. Dude, you are kidding, right? At a hotel that only served Pepsi products, you’d always get at least one Coke person who pitched a fit finding out we didn’t serve Diet Coke. People! Argh.

                      I’ll bet you are the most charming barmaid they’ve ever had. And certainly the smartest!

                    4. They are. In today’s “allergy, food-intolerance, special diet” days, it has become a nightmare. One person has to be the runner for the fussasses. I mean special needs, I mean special dietary needs… ahem.
                      Dude – there are so many of them. Ugh.

                      I dunno about that, but I do garner a laugh or two ๐Ÿ˜‰

                    5. Yeah, if I meet one more “gluten intolerant” person I think I’ll scream. It never ceases to amaze me the sheer number of all those so-called medical professionals there rivaling Dr. Google [insert rolling eyes here]. They read about the latest condition on the ‘Net and suddenly everyone has a peanut allergy or celiac disease. Your progression of adjectives made me laugh. Thanks, I needed that. I was beginning to break out in hives from recalling those indentured days. ๐Ÿคฃ

                    6. Glad I did! (make you laugh). I do know some severely celiac people. Their lives are hell – especially with all the now gluten-free peeps hopping on the bandwagon solely because they heard they can lose weight.
                      I really need to find a new job… sigh.

                    7. The true celiac peeps deserve patience, help and empathy. They truly have a medical condition that merits monitoring and attention. The band-waggoners…not so much.

                      Didn’t mean to depress you. Been there, done that, earned the tee-shirt. Hopefully that one or two nice patron will be on today’s shift and bring a smile and proper level of appreciation and gratitude you richly deserve. ๐Ÿฅฐ

                    8. True.

                      And nah, it takes more than that. I am getting just a tad done with this one, though. I never lasted more than 3 years in one place (besides once where I managed 6.5) so… my time here is coming to a close.
                      Besides, I’m getting too old for this shit!
                      And, I am sure my usual old farts will be sitting in their circle in the loungers across from the bar… mind you, they will be getting ready to leave ๐Ÿ˜‰

  8. We went to Cheesman park craft show, and it was hot hot hot. So many dogs all liking each other, lots of nice people to chat with, pretty surroundings. On Saturday we went to Parker to walk around and shopped and got new art supplies! It went by very fast!

    1. It was like it just bounced over me! Your weekend sounds like it was very fun-Cheesman Park is my old neighborhood, I lived half a block away and loved going to the various events in that beautiful park.

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