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So I've been at Gator's Dockside for a week and a half. I decided today that I hate it. The manager is a disgusting pig. That's not why I hate it though. There's no way to get a high check average. There are specials every night and they do discounts for everything, like Disney employee, Cagan's resident, firemen, police officers, EMTs etc. It's frustrating to have five tables and make fifteen dollars. That was my day. I worked for four and a half hours also. That's awful. I also feel uncomfortable asking questions about anything because Mike, the manager, always gives me shit about being stupid and not knowing what I'm doing. I know that he's joking but it's still discouraging. I need to get a different job where it will be easier to make enough money for a car. I want to move out of my mom's house as soon as I can. I can't have her up my ass all of the time. I haven't taken an uninterrupted nap since I moved in here. She walks in without knocking, she is a nagger. It's ver annoying, especially coming from living alone for the past couple months. Even when I still had my dad as a roommate I never saw him so it was like living alone. I want to go back to that. I want a studio apartment. Fuck a roommate. You can't rely on anyone to pay or stick around for the lease. I don't think I could commit to living with someone for a year either. I want to get the job at JetBlue, but I have to get my system cleaned out. I suppose I'm just going to have to suck it up and quit smoking. If I do get the job I can decide where I want to stay and just live in a hotel wherever I want. Forever. Fuck settling down in one place. I will live everywhere. I'm excited.