working from home at a restaurant

Date: 6/2/2020

dude for some reason the restaurant i work at made us have our shifts at our house?? So I had to open the door for people and let them in my house and take them to the table. none of my coworkers were there. it was literally just me. but somehow i didn't have to do anything except host. There were no servers or cooks. just me. and somehow people still got their food without me doing anything. It was pretty slow, thankfully, only like two tables usually came in over the course of one night. So it's a monday night and i'm sitting at home with my family and someone knocks at the door. I get up and sigh because I have to let strangers in. but then I open it and it's just my friends saying hi. I sit back down and for some reason my family starts talking about timotheé chalamet, which they never do. anyway there's a knock at the door again and this time it's a random family i've never seen :(. so I let them in and mutter something incoherent about me getting the table ready and it'll just be a minute. This is where the real nightmare starts. There is so. much. stuff. on the table. I start to clear it but everytime i turn my back on the table there's something new i need to clear off. My cat keeps jumping on it, too. it's been like 30 minutes of me clearing this table and i'm making little progress. I end up finding my childhood collection of animated barbie movies stacked on that table. The family that's waiting is just watching tv in the entryway. I wake up shortly after this point.