s a L i 8 5: that sucks/is nice of you
This week got better... let's see if I can recall what I was up to...
Wednesday I picked up Shayaan's shift- a 4-CL theme night which is usually pretty lucrative. Unfortunately everyone decided that they would stay away and therefore left us with 3 tables the entire night. Sucked. We got everything cleaned up pretty early and were done pretty much as soon as the kitchen closed. Then we went outside to just hang... when Mr. "Smith" called up and offered $200 for someone to drive him to downtown Huntersville to pick up "rent" at 11:30 at night. I thought about it for .2 seconds, and then headed home.
As it turns out this so-called "rent-pick-up" was really a drug run for the white powdery stuff... crazy.
Also that night one of the members at my club died in a car accident. It's weird because he was in there all the time and I knew him pretty well and his family... and now he's gone... just like that. It was rough on a lot of the members.
But work kept on. Dogfight was a little different. Kind of somber.
Friday sucked too. I don't think I made any money.
Saturday I had the day off and I went out to lunch with Brandon and then to the Panther's football game with Jenna, Phil, and Paul. We ran into a bunch of the cart guys and some members afterwards. I had to call my parents to come pick me up. Bad girl.
Today I worked and made bank! Then babysat. And now I'm taking a break from packing.
I was looking at all this stuff and I was like, "damn, that's a lot of shit."
But then I realized I was packing for 2 people.
Move-in day tomorrow. I'm out.
Wednesday I picked up Shayaan's shift- a 4-CL theme night which is usually pretty lucrative. Unfortunately everyone decided that they would stay away and therefore left us with 3 tables the entire night. Sucked. We got everything cleaned up pretty early and were done pretty much as soon as the kitchen closed. Then we went outside to just hang... when Mr. "Smith" called up and offered $200 for someone to drive him to downtown Huntersville to pick up "rent" at 11:30 at night. I thought about it for .2 seconds, and then headed home.
As it turns out this so-called "rent-pick-up" was really a drug run for the white powdery stuff... crazy.
Also that night one of the members at my club died in a car accident. It's weird because he was in there all the time and I knew him pretty well and his family... and now he's gone... just like that. It was rough on a lot of the members.
But work kept on. Dogfight was a little different. Kind of somber.
Friday sucked too. I don't think I made any money.
Saturday I had the day off and I went out to lunch with Brandon and then to the Panther's football game with Jenna, Phil, and Paul. We ran into a bunch of the cart guys and some members afterwards. I had to call my parents to come pick me up. Bad girl.
Today I worked and made bank! Then babysat. And now I'm taking a break from packing.
I was looking at all this stuff and I was like, "damn, that's a lot of shit."
But then I realized I was packing for 2 people.
Move-in day tomorrow. I'm out.