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Wow.
For absolutely no reason at all, I'm going to agree that this is the hardest season to keep your chin up in. Probably cuz it's the one season I really feel like I'm broke for, ha...
... Here's the kind of day it is. I went to bed after my double yesterday and dreamed I was at work. After waking up from work at 6:30 to bring brian to work, I go to dunkin donuts, order a tea and a bagel, take the tea and leave. In a couple hours, I get to go in and hope to god we're busy enough for long enough for me to make $30 since people have been so fucking cheap lately (I've found that my best customer is the 45-60(ish) year old group of white women, who don't all meet at the table at the same time. I seem to be able to woo them into a good tip, partially because they know they were holding up my table while their friend left the ruby tuesday in west hartford to meet them in meriden. Everyone else can piss off). The whole working-at-a-corporate-restaurant-and-being-content-with-non-ambitions thing is really starting to wear thin on me. Ever since I saw that fucking movie, "Waiting". I think I was supposed to get all the funny stuff that happens at the restaurant, but the kid quitting had the most impact on me, as we were both the same age. I know, it's a fucking comedy, not exactly oscar-caliber but... I dunno. I want to get the fuck outta there. Can't do it now, I need to know I'm going to be able to pay off everything I have if I quit, and christmas isn't the time to do it.
Oh yeah, and I have to go to a wake tonight. It's not for someone I really know very well, but they are family of family, so it should be fairly awkward none-the-less, the whole thing is a very sad story.
I told you, it's that kind of day.
Will
For absolutely no reason at all, I'm going to agree that this is the hardest season to keep your chin up in. Probably cuz it's the one season I really feel like I'm broke for, ha...
... Here's the kind of day it is. I went to bed after my double yesterday and dreamed I was at work. After waking up from work at 6:30 to bring brian to work, I go to dunkin donuts, order a tea and a bagel, take the tea and leave. In a couple hours, I get to go in and hope to god we're busy enough for long enough for me to make $30 since people have been so fucking cheap lately (I've found that my best customer is the 45-60(ish) year old group of white women, who don't all meet at the table at the same time. I seem to be able to woo them into a good tip, partially because they know they were holding up my table while their friend left the ruby tuesday in west hartford to meet them in meriden. Everyone else can piss off). The whole working-at-a-corporate-restaurant-and-being-content-with-non-ambitions thing is really starting to wear thin on me. Ever since I saw that fucking movie, "Waiting". I think I was supposed to get all the funny stuff that happens at the restaurant, but the kid quitting had the most impact on me, as we were both the same age. I know, it's a fucking comedy, not exactly oscar-caliber but... I dunno. I want to get the fuck outta there. Can't do it now, I need to know I'm going to be able to pay off everything I have if I quit, and christmas isn't the time to do it.
Oh yeah, and I have to go to a wake tonight. It's not for someone I really know very well, but they are family of family, so it should be fairly awkward none-the-less, the whole thing is a very sad story.
I told you, it's that kind of day.
Will