Full of rage and booze
Today was a rotten day. I worked a double today, as I do every Sunday. This sunday however, as everyone knows, was special as it was Fathers' Day. Well to make a very long, unhappy story short: it sucked. the day was crazy busy, I didn't get a break, and a made less than 10% of my total sales in tips. Now I 've had bad days before. Days where I would barely pull in 10%- maybe 11-12%. But I have never EVER made less than 10% before today. The reason for this? We were packed to the brim with softball teams and asshole moms and dads. My dissapointment and annoyance grew with every table that came and went. Stupid. Pair that up with not getting a break.
But this long and stupid day is behind me now. Forever. Good.
Yesterday, I skipped out on my night shift (somebody covered it for me) and went to a BBQ at Jeremy's house. It was, quite possibly, the most fun that I've had in quite a long time. I don't usually get the chance to go out and have a good time with a bunch of people. I had a few drinks (shh... don't tell anybody) and ate enough for possibly three dinners. We played volleyball in the pool and, after loosing a few 'warm-up' games, schooled the 'old men'- being Jeremy's father, uncle, and few other of his parent's friends. We were talking pretty big. Luckily our skills backed us up. I stayed for about six or so hours and eventually came back home. Nana and Pa are here for the weekend and I wanted to spend a little bit of time with them before they head out Monday morning. We ended up playing cards until almost midnight, betting pennies on games of poker and skat (sp?). Again, we did the same thing tonight after I got home from work.
M latest art endeavor is working out fine, and I'm coming up with a few good ideas from what I have. Although, there a few (you know who you are) that haven't sent me any pictures yet. So... whenever you get the chance... just... e-mail 'em to me.
Drew out