Run into the Ground

Yesterday
I'm still sore
All day
It didn't stop
From 11 a.m.
To 9 p.m.
People
Streaming in
Off the streets
Into seats
And I'd smile
And pour
And fetch

A customer literally said that to me the other day
"Will you fetch me some ketchup"
Because I'm not a server
I'm a dog
Whose greatest thrill in life
Is retrievals

Back to yesterday
I was a biiiitch
To my boss, not customers
"Tommy, do you think I should call in another server"
"Nah, we'll be fine"
And then
As soon as the restaurant was full
And there was no turning back
I looked at him
And said
"Why didn't you schedule another person for today"
Chaos makes me anxious
And irrational

Relationships also make me irrational
A friend of mine once told me
That my sign
Sagittarius
Was the astrological bachelor
And I think I understand why that is
It's hard to invest in someone else
When the returns you get from yourself
Are enough to build an empire

So despite the toll on my body and psyche
Yesterday was a profitable day
And not just because I made a lot of money
Being around all the marathoners
And that's mainly who we were serving
Especially at dinner
Was oddly calming
Like you could taste their endorphins
A delightful little contact high
Next year
I'm so fucking running it