Wednesday, April 5, 2006

DEATH WARMED OVER...the sequel!

At the time of my last post, I was in the midst of a full-fledged attack from something within my body; Something that would force me to spend more time in one room than I would have ever imagined. So after countless trips to the "Executive Washroom" in Casa Del Swan, my plans were to lay low on Tuesday, let my stomach settle and gear up for work. Alas, if you know anything about me, nothing ever works out as planned.

I get an early-morning wake up call from MEAN GENE the day bartender, who says that he can't make it into work due to some family related issues. No problem, these things happen. It goes with the territory. So after hanging up the phone, I realize the situation i've just put myself in: Working in the bar all afternoon, pretty much by myself, with a lingering case of the "muddy falls". "Shit (excuse the pun), what the hell did I just do?" It was then that I realized that I've committed myself to basically be on my feet and away from the toilet for the whole day. On top of that, I had to rush out and do laundry and be ready to work in time for the lunchtime crowd.

As I frantically went about taking care of the immediate things at hand, I couldn't help but to wonder if this was a sign of things to come? I'm due for a busy week of coverage at the bar, a few promos lined up and staff to oversee and the last thing I need is to have some foreign malady holding me back. So I popped an Imodium, hoped for the best and plunged into my tasks for the day.

Needless to say that while the lunch crowd was good, I had no problems at all, aside from some chills and aches of the bones that usually comes with the bout of the flu or something like that. However, as soon as everyone left, the symptoms started to kick in: cold sweats, queasy stomach, that oh-so-familiar bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach just before you make that mad dash to the Executive Washroom.... Why in the hell is my timing always so damn off?

I managed to hold on until my shift ended at around 7pm. By then, the Dollar Draft crowd was starting to fill up the bar and my night shift crew arrived on time to relieve me. As soon as they got situated, I made a beeline out of the bar and up to the Casa Del Swan, at which I made my way straight to you know where. Let's just say that I am in need of some new reading material. I ended up passing out in bed, knocked out for hours, up until now (3:40am). At this moment, I still feel crappy but I hope that this will change when I wake up in the a.m. Wish me luck.

NUFF SAID