a day at the Joynt

Ok.... Today was normal. Right now I have my shoes wrapped up on plastic bags tapped tight at the opening... And covered in shit. I'm standing now waiting... Hoping... Wishing I wasn't here right now. Feeling unappreciated for sure.

Got off the phone with 911 just an hour ago trying to persuade a crazy fuck to leave the restaurant using 911 as a deterent. I mean the guest that stayed a half hour after we closed was the least of my problems tonight.

At least nobody saw the mouse that's been running around the dinning room.