Saturday on this Memorial Day weekend was an odd one. We were slow as hell the first two hours and even the _dinner rush_ didn't seem like that much.  Moments after nine o'clock word made it back to the kitchen that were was a 11-top reservation that hadn't showed up.  Their ticket came zipping through the POS system at 9:14.  Incredible.  The reality however was that it was only four medium burgers and the rest was pounding the fry-station hard with cod and chicken tenders. Austin and Patrick are starting to fit in rather well.  We have that catering event today for friends of Jake so it is absolutely important that we are all on point today.  I'm not too excited about having to work 180 sliders but we will see how it will go.  Doing it batches of thirty if I recall what Vinnie said properly. We did our deep clean after service yesterday.  Pulled the grill, fryers and fry-table out and got all behind there with some good cleaning to make sure our spot is in tip-top shape for the upcoming week.  I'm taken back as to how willing Austin is to getting absolutely dirty while cleaning.  I flopped the entire mop head into the fourth sink and he got his hands right up in there and started working soapy water through the dirty-ass mop-head. Impressive!  Not too many people (especially his age) are willing to get down like that.  I'm not even sure Matty would go ahead and do that. Haven't been to the diner since Friday and I was out before noon that day too.  Eleven actually is when Dennis pulled Terri from the floor to come in the back and cook.  She was pissed cos she had set herself up such a lovely and easy work schedule for Friday, coming in first at 8AM only to be ripped from her post at 11AM.  Sorry my friend, but I got shit to do!  She always said she wanted and missed cooking. Well there you are, have at it. Speaking of the diner [Jason](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ee3-hxs_Gg) said he needed to talk to me. So after service before leaving I said "You wanted to speak with me sir?"  He said he wanted to make me financially stable enough so I could leave the diner.  The reality is that even if they make me making all kinds of money, we never get close to forty hours.  Thirty-six hours is _not close_ to forty.  I'm accustomed to working at least 48 hours a week.  That cannot change, and that cannot be less.  So regardless of how much I make there I'll still be putting in work at the diner, or somewhere else even maybe. Who knows. This party is just getting started.