21st no tips
Today started out great! I got all of this stuff done and was feeling really productive. Then I was heading to work all ready and on time, and Arin called me! So sweet. He usually just texts, but he called! But since I was on my way to work, it was a short conversation. I got to work, and found out that I had 4 tables! In the lounge. I was excited because they turn over really quickly, so I was hoping to make some good money. It was swamped! I never stopped moving. It was really really hard, and a lot of work, and I was sweating and unable to take a bathroom break, but it kept me busy so I wasn’t bored and just running food for everyone else. So it was a little over whelming, but I did it, I got through it, and even got some compliments from the customers about how much they enjoyed my personality. Yay! And I was making tips, I wasn’t really calculating how much, but everyone was tipping me, and by the end of the night I had done 19 tables!! That’s the most I’ve ever done in one night! So I was pretty stoked about that, pushing through the tough night with the thought that I was making money for my trip to Cabo! But then the whole night crashed when I did my bag, and ended up only walking away with $42 off of $700 in total sales. That’s so not right. I did it a million times to check, but that’s all it came out to. I was totally bummed. I think I just did something wrong, ‘cause in credit card sales alone I should’ve walked with at least $55, and that’s after tip share, and not even calculating cash tips! It was awful. I just left it, not wanting to be there any longer. I never even got a break and worked right up to 6 hours. Then there was a girl there who’s 21st birthday was tomorrow, and she and her friends who also work at Outback were going to take her out, ‘cause I guess legally you can drink at 9pm on the day before your birthday, it you think about it, it makes sense because of like East Coast time, it is your birthday. Sweet. No one told me that… but whatever, it wouldn’t’ve made a difference. No one took me out. No one really cared. I’m a little jealous of her. I didn’t have people wanting to buy me drinks… sigh. I’m a little bitter about the whole thing, so that didn’t help matters. But whatever, what am I going to do about it? Get a fake i.d. with a different birthday on it, just so I can convince future friends that it’s my 21st so they’ll take me out? Great. That’s pathetic. Although, I’d love to. So I felt poor, tired and lonely. I came back to the house, and tried to call Arin but he was asleep, and so was everyone else, so I had no one to share in my woes with me. Then I sat on the computer, ate some salad, and felt like an old spinster lonely woman who owns too many cats. Well at least I feel a little bit better getting it off my chest. Sigh.
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