Hash Browns or Grits?

I worked all weekend. My feet hurt. I almost died of business yesterday. The Dalai Lama is in town and there were all these people come to see him. Waitressing is fucking hard work. There are a lot of things to pay attention to and do all at once and people are grouchy when you forget what you're supposed to ask them about what comes with the T-Bone breakfast. Be nice to your waitress: decide what sides you want beforehand; they're probably listed. Also, tipping is the best. All the other waitresses are really grouchy about getting stiffed. I'm not yet, but I can see getting there. But the people that don't leave any tip aren't going to leave a tip under any circumstances, maybe if they were choking and you heimliched them, so I can't see getting really mad. And I'm not very good at this yet, so I always attribute a small tip to my lack of skills. Someone did tell me the service was very good, actually two people did, so I guess I'm getting better. I'm trying not to be too happy about that. I don't want this to be a meaningful job. I've got to take a nap now. Morning shift sucks.