Typically, today was a day I’d hate. It had all the makings for a day that would truly and completely suck. I will now list specific reasons.

• Woke up late
• The reservation for 20 that somebody failed to tell anyone about.
• Gerry came in.
• Had a million things to do after lunch.
• Lunch customers stayed until 3:00.
• Ran out of $5’s
• Ran out of $10’s
• Ran out of patience

Don’t take this to mean that today totally sucked either. While I did wake up, what day is complete without the daily internet rounds? These rounds differ form person to person, but for me the rounds are as follows:

• GMail
• Engadget
• Sadly, MySpace
• Digg
• On Tuesdays, Government of Canada, but only on Tuesdays.
• inc.er. : version 4.0, less losery than it sounds… But still slightly losery…

These daily rounds made a turn for the awesome this morning. I’ve been getting this Milwaukee hit recently. I have this habit of needing to know who is who. This is completely ridiculous. This is on the internet, indexed in at least four search engines. So, completely conceivable that a large portion of the hits I do get are from random people that don’t know and very likely don’t want to know me. But this particular hit was bothering me, I felt like I should know this person. Turns out I do. Andy, feel special… Not many people get shout outs on this site. Usually it’s “some guy” or “some dumb bitch” or “this dude” so on and so fourth…

This totally made my day, at this early stage of my day.

Not to sound gay or nothing, but I’ve missed that guy. There I go again… That guy. Anyway, I remember like six years ago a friend asked me some random fucking question from a crossword puzzle. The answer was Eau Cliare, I told her so… She had no idea how I knew that… And, seriously, everytime Jack talks about “home” I think of that guy. And for some reason, like, four days ago I had a conversation in K-Mart about “Mexican Andy.” I’ve googled you, search on MySpace… Nowhere to be found, then today… It was awesome.

But this was very early in my day. From the minute I got to work, it’s gotten a little worse as the minutes ticked away.

Early this evening Sara sent me to the store. I love going to the store, it’s like a mini vacation. Rocking out to my iPod. Driving really, really fast. Just getting away from work. I love going to the store. Then I come back, and this girl needs to pay.

So for about two years, this girl… Yeah that one, has been coming in. Recently she started asking for Riesling, a particular kind of wine that I don’t carry. So, I’m ordering wine last week and I decide to order some Riesling. Now getting me to order something special meanings one of two things. Either I have lots and lots of customers asking me on a nightly basis to order it. Or, as with this case, the customer is either super cool or super hot. She’d fit into the latter category, filling both of the necessary requirements.

Back on tonight.  I come back from the store and this girl needs to pay.  So I say, “I ordered Riesling for you.”  She smiles and says, “yeah,  I noticed you had it tonight.” I say, “I totally ordered it for you.”  Her, “In that case I’ll have another glass.”

I pour her a glass and that was that.  A bit later she comes back to pay, again.  I fill the silences with small talk, where do you work, whatever.

The transaction is done, and right when I’m about to tell her to have a good day, she says, “I’m just gonna do this…  If nothing comes from it, I’m buzzed.”  She drops her credit card slip on the bar and leaves.  Still scratching my head as to what that meant I reach down to pick up the slip, not realizing that it was her copy.  Her copy, which she had written her number on.

Needless to say, the night vastly improved.  So yes, on one of the rare occasions that I will actually say this…  I love work!

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