We hired the fabulous Kimball Meade to produce graphics for our first restaurant
Anyone who has ever worked in a restaurant has worked on weekends. After all, the only busy nights of the week in most restaurants are Friday and Saturday. Bring on the troops!
As a restaurant owner, manager, and chief bottle-scrubber, I worked weekends for a good, oh, thirty-something years. My husband worked those weekends too. Not only did we work weekends, and happily so to be honest, we had to ask employees to work weekends as well. Not everyone was as happy about it as we were.
Servers were delighed to be asked to work on weekends, those were coveted shifts. As tipped employees, they made far more money on a Saturday dinner shift, than on any other shift of the week. In fact, in order to be granted a Saturday dinner shift, a server had to work at least one undesirable shift, such as Tuesday or Wednesday lunch. Those shifts could somedays be deadly slow. The servers would often spend the shift reading.
"Why open for lunch at all?" you might be thinking. Look around, a lot of restaurants don't. But the entire kitchen staff had to be there preparing food for dinner, so we figured we might as well bring in another $50 for the day by opening the doors and having a server sit around doing little other than reading. Hey, if you ask me, that's a great way to spend time.
Back to the weekends.
This arrangement was fine and dandy for us until we started breeding. We then not only had to ask restaurant employees to work weekends, but we also needed baby sitters to work weekends. This was an entirely different ball game because we had to pay more to our nannies than people who worked 9 to 5 jobs had to pay. I'm not complaining - we were very fortunate that we could hire nannies at all.
When the kids started school, the ball game switched up again, in that if we wanted to have any daytime hours all together as a family, we needed to have a weekend day off. Sundays it was. The chefs generally needed a weekend day off, too, preferably Sunday, too.
Lemme tell ya. The worst day to go out to eat in a restaurant is Sunday, because the bosses and the chefs are not there. Funnily, that is a big family eating-out day, hence menus such as brunch menus abound, because they are easily produced by the second-string staff.
So that's my weekend working story. Now let me go find some pictures of my time as a restaurateur.
This is my entry to 
Finding shots to show you was quite the trip back in time. Thanks Galen. That was fun.
Here I am in my first restaurant, Superwoman
our last restaurant hit some very high notes
Black and white image was taken by my husband