The cast of my life...

It's 9pm and I'm sitting on my couch completely exausted. I am in desperate need of some sleep and a full body massage. This afternoon, I realized that despite the unsteady paycheck, long hours, and ocasional body aches, I love what I am doing. I don't miss engineering one bit. I have had so much fun and I'm surrounded by such a cast of characters every day. Life is just so amusing right now. Earlier today I was thinking about my life and It just didn't seem real. Here are some of the crazy people/things I deal with on a daily basis.

Surfer Chef - She is absolutly crazy. The chef at the mexican resturant I work at is so wacky all the time. She is about 5 years younger than me and is this little athetic blond girl who moved down from Atlanta. It's funny because we totally pimp her out all the time. The other day she put on bikini bottoms with her work shirt(which is pretty see thorough) tied up to show her belly and walked down the beach with togo menus. The lifeguards told her there was no soliciatating and then took the menus and called in an order. LOL!

Tatoo Boy - I really shouldn't call him a boy because he is a grown man with and ex-wife and kids, but I can't help it. He's italian/hispanic from Boston. Think "Good Will Hunting", accent and all. He works at the tatoo shop next door to the mexican resturant and comes in at least 5 times an hour. He and the other "kids" come in and eat all day long when they are bored. They also play ball out front and run out into the street to get it, just like kids do! He plays with stuff in the resturant and always needs attaention. It was funny because another friend of ours came to the restrant and met him. They started talking out our friend getting a tatoo and he was all serious! We've never seen the buisness side of Tatoo boy. Of course later that night he was back to his old self, screwing around while we were cleaning up and asking us to hurry up so we could go get a drink.

Pervert Chef - Now this is the head chef at the wine bar. He is basically a dirty old man. When a table of cute girls come in to the resturant he has to put on this chef's coat and deliver some free appetizers while flirting with them. He also makes tons of inapropiate comments to/about all of the girls(staff and customers!)

Sista Girl - Ok, Sista Girl is not actually a girl. He is a chef at the wine bar and he is crazy. Let me just tell you, he has long weave and wears sparkly lip gloss. When he is working, he always has hip-hop and R&B playing. When I come into the kitchen, we are always dancing and singing along with the music. Sista came in one night with his man and was wearing a cute skirt, blouse, and some nice wedge heels. I had to yell at the other guys to be nice.

My Italion connection - Ok this is acutally a group of people but it's headed by the old school italian waiter from Philly. The other night when someone was talking about a problem he was having I actually heard him say this. "What the fuck? Why the fuck didn't you fucking call me? I would have had a fucking crew down there in a fucking minute to fucking take care of him!" I though people only said stuff like that in movies...

Creepy Guys - There are a couple of guys that fall into this category, but I'll just mention 2 here. There,s P, who come in to the wine bar, usually drunk already and drinks more at the bar. You just feel dirty when P looks at you and he creeps out all of the women that work there. He also hangs out until we kick him out, usually while we are cleaning up. The guys don't like him either because he is a horrible tipper. Pretty much he tips $3 no matter what he drinks and/or eats. Then there is P's friend R who shows up with these young russian girls all of the time. He throws his money around all the time and thinks that will impress them. He also tries to get us to go out with him for a drink all of the time. Ummm, no thanks.

The Millionares - I have met a ton of guys who have millions. Some of them are very cool about it. They are nice guys and we chat just like anyone would. They drink what they like, not the expensive well known wines. The only reason I know they are millionares is usually because one of the suck-up waiters tells me afterwards. One guy was out front and I was thinking "Oh, that's a nice car. It's a cute little red convertable." Yeah, I didn't realize it was a Ben.tly, but the waiter let me know. On the other spectrum, There are the guys that only want to drink the $60+ a glass wines and that talk about their vacation homes, private planes, and yatchs. They want people to know they have money and they throw it around to get attention. I just roll my eyes and bring them their $300 bottle of wine.

There are so many more people I could tell you about but then I'd be typing forever. See why I'm having such a good time?