St. Patrick's Day is upon us. I could pretend to be Irish and have all sorts of pride for the Emerald Isle and celebrate its snake removal expert, but I won't.
I normally have Thursdays off, but this Thursday happens to be St. Patrick's. That means all the rookies come out. We're going to be crazy busy just by virtue of it being a faux holiday, a drinker's holiday, a rookie holiday. A seasoned veteran doesn't need an excuse to drink.
Added to that, we've got an Irish pub across the street. They're having an enormous party that usually brings thousands of people to a building that holds a capacity of 200. This is our first year being their neighbor, and we don't quite know precisely what to expect, but we're surely going to get lots of their overflow crowd.
I expect we will be insanely busy and the crowd will be insanely belligerent.
I'm not having the best of days to begin with, so if I sound cranky, I apologize. Hopefully my next post will have something funny or happy.