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Every week I dread the weekends. I hate work. Mostly I hate working with Paula. she hates me just because we have to split tips on the nights we work together.In reality I should hate her, because she was stealing from me before the managers started splitting our tips, but I don't.It just sucks, she's nice to all the servers because she wants them to tip her more; as for me, she couldn't be more of a bitch. I work ten times harder than her and make less every night.Why? Because she subtly clocks in earlier and earlier, while clocking out later and later;so at the end of the night she looks like she worked longer. I wouldn't ever do that. As much as I hate to admit, it's not fair to do to her. She has to be one of the most selfish poeple I've met. It makes me sick. I asked to be a server last week. The only thing on my mind is affording my car....without having to go through this hassle every week. What really grinds my gears is that I've been asking to be a server for the past 6 months, but have been put off. I'm pretty capable-I fly planes WTF! I just want to afford college that's all. Other than work I've been flying ALOT. I've manage to pass fourteen lessons straight without having to repeat any. That's a record for me! That leaves me with five lessons before the practical exam: three night flights, a cross-country, and a six-hour solo. I'm actually unsure about where to go; I'll have to think about that one.