Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems off. I worked a split shift today, and both shifts were horrible. My timing was off all night, and I inevitably got to tables 10 seconds after the waitors had decided that I wasn't coming, and took the drink orders for me. Arrgh. On a more interesting side, Juan started wearing cologne to work. And he spends a good deal of time thanking me for my help, even though he's usually the one catching up on my work. And he keeps trying to trip me as I walk past. Can anyone who actually recognises flirting as a form of communication tell me if that's what he's doing? Oh, and when I sang in the bar tonight, he told me "I sing beautiful." Poor grammar, but the accent makes up for it.