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i made 10 dollars last night. in...6 hours. then i bought dinner. so i had nothing. i felt like hanging a cardboard sign around my neck that says "Will work for food" in shoe polish or some shit. work depresses me. i love the people. hate the place.
and it was extra stressful cause Tillman decided to come in and eat at our restaurant. fyi Tillman is the guy who has more money than god himself, and owns the entire boardwalk and everything associated with it. rich fuck.
it was terrible. and i had like...2 tables that left me a dollar. A DOLLAR. like they honestly think that's something. not like i fucked up, or they were assholes, i mean tables i was really cool with, theyjust think that leaving me a dollar on a 60 dollar tab is going to benefit me somehow. that doesn't even pay my tipshare. so i end up OWING money on their asses. it makes me want to punch them in the face.
and i really want to go out this weekend. is it going to happen? no. cause i'm going to be at the cadillac bar every waking hour of my fucking weekend. AND daylight savings is the weekend, so i'm going to lose an hour of sleep. please, please kill me. i genuinly hate that place. and my manager decided to have a discussion with me about how i needed to improve as a server or some shit.
gah. kiss my ass. i don't need to improve shit. this is the job i have to motivate me cause i don't want to BE here when i'm thirty. like you, mother fucker.
i'm just bitter. siiigh, something good better happen this week, or i'm going to have a good cry in the corner every morning before i leave the house.
and it was extra stressful cause Tillman decided to come in and eat at our restaurant. fyi Tillman is the guy who has more money than god himself, and owns the entire boardwalk and everything associated with it. rich fuck.
it was terrible. and i had like...2 tables that left me a dollar. A DOLLAR. like they honestly think that's something. not like i fucked up, or they were assholes, i mean tables i was really cool with, theyjust think that leaving me a dollar on a 60 dollar tab is going to benefit me somehow. that doesn't even pay my tipshare. so i end up OWING money on their asses. it makes me want to punch them in the face.
and i really want to go out this weekend. is it going to happen? no. cause i'm going to be at the cadillac bar every waking hour of my fucking weekend. AND daylight savings is the weekend, so i'm going to lose an hour of sleep. please, please kill me. i genuinly hate that place. and my manager decided to have a discussion with me about how i needed to improve as a server or some shit.
gah. kiss my ass. i don't need to improve shit. this is the job i have to motivate me cause i don't want to BE here when i'm thirty. like you, mother fucker.
i'm just bitter. siiigh, something good better happen this week, or i'm going to have a good cry in the corner every morning before i leave the house.