Oh gosh, you had to remind me. I’m thankfully retired, for 15 years now but I remember those Monday nights when I was working. My last job, for 12 years, was waitressing in a diner that seated about 100. Monday nights could be slow, good, or crazy busy brutal. The nights they were brutal was the worst part of my job. I was the only waitress working on Monday nights. If it was Lion’s Club night (once a month) it was usually bad. The Lions alone could have 15-20 people, all separate checks. Then I could have any number of other tables too. Then add in answering the phone, dealing with take out orders, bussing the tables, etc. Most people were super understanding, but those few who weren’t made an already difficult job even more difficult. One woman even jumped up from the table to follow me into the kitchen screaming at me because I didn’t get her husband’s coffee to him quick enough. I told her she could have my job if she thought she could do better. Told my boss I wanted to give up my Monday nights and she wouldn’t let me. Said she didn’t have anyone experienced enough to take them. She did finally get me a hostess to come in at 5:00 to work for 2-3 hours during dinner service and that helped immensely.