update

Jan 12, 2007 15:18

dave left the city before i got to the bar, again. like, the 3rd time this week.
called him and asked "am i on the schedule next week, or any week?" he says "i don't know. i want to talk with you" in that kinda vacillatey voice that says i could talk my way back into my bar without too much trouble.

but, because he's being such a pansy, i called PR anyway and told them i'd like to begin the training. if nothing else, i'll start earning a little money and not have to fear for the future of my bank account (which was JUST starting to show some hope) i figure i don't work the bar wednesday or saturday anyway, and it won't really cut into my starbucks time either, and i can also just decide to tell dave to go to hell.
but i'm thinking that until i start teaching full time i'd be better off just working really really hard (with the two victims of this splurge being my sleep cycle/time with friends and my relationship/time with schmitty. i can make a one month sacrifice, yes?)
and if it gets too hard, tell dave to suck it.

sooooooooo, i made a choice. go me.

bar, princeton review

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