h what must have been the most frightened look upon my face. Drink on the job? Whatever. At least that left enough time for me to get the hang of things in the restaurant so that I would not have to rely on Patrick and Lindsay, the two alcohol-starved servers when we were amidst "Beef Jerky Time." No problem. The night wore on so slowly as I ungraciously learned the ropes of Sweetwater. Drinks, drinks, food, food, blah, blah. It was all so confusing to me since I had no formal training to the menu. This was the Sweetwater way. Next thing I know I am feeling pretty uncomfortable with the job because Patrick and Lindsay are desperately asking me to help them out with their tables. "Christina, can you please, PLEASE wait on this table for me? I am SO slammed!" they said in their best-frustrated voice. Of course I complied since it was my first day on the job and I am always up for making more money. Eventually, I wound up taking on all but one of Patrick's tables and all but two of Lindsay's tables, bringing my grand total of tables I was waiting on up to fifteen. FIFTEEN TABLES! Needless to say I began to drown. I searched fervently for Patrick and Lindsay in order to plead for their help in serving the customers. "Patrick, can you help me out here?" I asked him. Patrick could not hear me, or see me for that matter, since all the Jagermeister shots had clouded his ability to use his senses. All of a sudden, I heard a voice from across the room yelling. " Hey Christina! What are you doing?" as he waved around his umpteenth shot in the air. "Well Patrick, I am waiting on YOUR tables!" I screamed. "Oh. OH! I forgot about my tables. I wonder if they are still here," Patrick chuckled. This was my breaking point. "Where is Lindsay?" I asked as I tried to keep my cool. Not to my surprise, I was directed to Lindsay's whereabouts in the pool area in the very back of the restaurant. Lindsay was throwing back a few marg...
