Ah, what a lovely saturday night.
closed the restaurant an hour early but still made the big bucks.. well sort of.
It's better that you think I'd make. Anyway, the economy sucks asshole, elections are coming up and you better bet I'm not voting for any republican.
Guess how much more the restaurant sucks?
The schedule changed to Monday and Tuesday mornings of boyfriend-girlfriend time together, not to forget that hour and a half on Thursday afternoons.
A WEEK.
Here's the puncher: The owner cut all the manager's pay IN HALF.
I'm not going to tell you how much that is, let's just say you're most likely making more without the manager title.
I'm doing fine moneywise, I am really really good looking you know.
I did my first P.R. party for the HIstorical Society and got PAID for it. Good money too.
The Historical Society is the place I do my volunteer hours, I got asked to work in a promontional party.
Historical Society is one of those non-profit organizations that thrive off of donations by all the extremely rich people of Palm Beach County. And what do they get for donating so much money? Free cocktail parties!
I got to wear my nice clothes, help set up, greet people, some cleaning up, and served wine by the hired bartenders all during my five hour shift. Got paid about the same if not more than if I were waiting.
I just goes to show you, no matter how much your boss says there are no jobs out there, there is always someone who will pay you more for what you do.
Even more good news is I'm starting pole dancing classes on the 14th! Not that I haven't put it to good use. I just cant have Brooke Hogan do things I can't do on it. And in case you were wondering about that pole of mine here's a dining room view of it: