It's weird...
Well, work is a grab-bag of emotions. Sure, I'm makin' decent enough cash (I'm already two hundred up for the time period, and I'm still workin' ten hours a day, 5 more days... wtf? major overtime?), but I'm absolutely sick and tired of being there. That's because today is day seven in a row I've been there. Sickening to be taking care of these 'guests' needs. It doesn't help that they're tipping incredibly stupid. Let me tell you, ten percent is NOT something you give to someone who got you your drinks the way you wanted 'em, and brought out everything to you PERFECTLY. Fuckin' 'Canadians'.
Onto other things. I made a facebook. So look for my name, if I haven't already tagged ya yet.
Two months til Brooks and Dunn, and a whole bunch o' fun. Peace out.
~The Darrel-ly One.
Onto other things. I made a facebook. So look for my name, if I haven't already tagged ya yet.
Two months til Brooks and Dunn, and a whole bunch o' fun. Peace out.
~The Darrel-ly One.