My Favorite Job Ever

So, comparing from my last post, which was kind of a new year's resolution post 9 months ago, I've created more debt for myself, blogged the least ever in a year, but have managed to lose at least 10 pounds. Scales all vary, and I haven't kept track over the course of actually trying to lose weight, but I've lost 2 belt sizes comfortably, the third size is really close to being gone. I am actually wearing my belt 3 sizes smaller than it was 9 months ago right now, and I have to say, it's only a little snug. The more important thing is my ego feels good wearing it.
Anyway, I have a new job at C Level, a restaurant on the bay. I was working there and Old Town Mexican Cafe at the same time for about a month, but decided I wasn't happy working in Old Town anymore. As much as I loved everyone I worked with, and I could honestly say they were like a second family, I really hated the stressful environment. Not only that, the ownership fired all of the illegal employees a while back, something I think I blogged about when it happened, and hate to repeat myself, but after that, I knew I would quit at some point. So once I found another job that I was happy with, moved home so I didn't have to pay rent, and didn't want to come home angry at customers AND my workplace anymore, I quit Old Town Mex.
Now my job consists of bringing food to tables, and sometimes helping servers or the kitchen out here and there.I'll get refills or plates and silverware for tables, or I'll stock stuff for the kitchen. I hardly have to talk to customers, C Level itself is like a well-oiled machine, and I make pretty good money. I'm extremely comfortable and content.
One thing that's weird is how I still get annoyed with customers though. I went from Old Town where the customers were generally cheap, and/or really critical of Mexican food, to C Level, where everybody is generally older, pretty rich, and really psyched to be at the restaurant. Both typical customers annoy me equally. And I don't even talk to the customers I deal with at C Level for more than 30 seconds. Just earlier tonight, I delivered a soup to a guy and he had stuff in front of him, and he didn't move it in the time that I said, "Hey, how are you? I have a lobster bisque for you." So, I put the soup a little in front of him, so that I wouldn't put it on top of anything, and he said, "Why don't you put it in front of me, where I can eat it?"
On a positive note, this job is my favorite that I've had. The ratio of ease to money made is amazing. I also like the people I work with, I like the management, and I'm actually impressed by the way the Cohn family runs everything. More specifically, I almost lost my job this weekend. I'll skip the story for your time's sake, and also because I don't want it on the internet. But the bottom line is, I missed a lunch shift entirely, I wasn't available until 3:15 pm(my shift was at 11:30 am). And I hadn't called to let them know I wasn't able to make it to work. I told them I had a family emergency, and they let me pick up a shift that evening.
I have to take some credit for this, because they clearly like me and the work I do(which is badass, cuz they're a really good restaurant)(but, it's kinda sad that I'm proud of my restaurant-working abilities), but their forgiveness was not only unexpected, but really appreciated.
Oh yeah, and I'm taking French for the hell of it and I have an A at present. Adieu, mes amis.