Roxi needed to be busy and in the company of others, being alone this evening
was a recipe of feeling sorry for herself, a time of self-pity, to be absolutely
miserable, a true nightmare in the making. She looked for her smartphone, then
remembered she had left it in the car. Roxi went to get it.
The iPhone was in her car, somehow had landed up under the front passenger seat.
Wondering who she could call, because she needed to talk to someone, sharing her
pain, the money-money song played, distinctly announcing a call from one of her
job places. She answered it before being able to complete her extended trip into
resentment-land or getting on and off the pity-pot. It was the banquet manager
at the Triples Hotel. They needed her. They were short-handed for a large VIP
His "Sorry to bother you, on so very short notice. Can you, willste please help
me out? Roxi we do really need you tonight!" Roxi answered with a "Yes, dear,
sure, I shall be there within the hour."
She took a shower, refreshed, put makeup on. All dressed up in black pants,
white blouse, black vest and black bowtie she looked forward to working the
party at the Triples Hotel & Restaurant. As Triples was just four blocks
downhill from Roxi’s apartment, she decided to walk. And the smartphone stayed
at home, next to her Android tablet, atop the Windows laptop. It wasn’t 6
o’clock yet. The city below and the blue waters of the Pacific all bathed in the
early evening, late afternoon sun. Earlier in the day, she recalled seeing fog
above the bay, the usual. “Where did the time go?” Roxi wondered as she walked
by those older Italian dwellings on the path downtown. She wasn’t Sicilian
herself but had learned to love living on Spaghetti Hill. As she got closer to
the bay, closer to Triples, looking back up the hill, she heard herself saying:
“I may need to let go of you, my love!”
At the hotel, she found Hans, the Banquet Manager in deep conversation with
Emille the Chef de Cuisine. It was Emille whose: "Oh, Roxi mademoiselle, today
you are monsieur Hans savior." put a big smile on her face. The "…tonight's
event, if we screw up, some of us shall have to look for a new job," she took as
whatever it was worth, Emille and Hans were perfectionists, Roxi highly
respected their abilities to adhere to the utmost highest standards in guest
"Ja, Roxi, danke, to come tonight. It's all set. The chef is ready, everything
is ready to go, I have two bars set up, I have food runners, a break-down and
clean-up-crew, and I have ten servers, five short, the party is now 150 people,
15 ten-tops. All I have is ten servers, well no eleven because you are here."
Roxi nodded her head, trying to make him feel better said, "I take two tables,
what banquet room?"
“Oh no, mon Dieu...” Emille added, “...no, it’s at the Conference Center.”