tuesday's gone...good fucking riddance
Apparently, Tuesday is now officially "Let's Fuck with Rene Day" in Houston.
The Preamble: I started working at Dean's last Tuesday. Got a parking ticket my first fucking day for the amount which I happened to earn that day. That sucked hard enough. I've been going downtown every fucking week for about a year now and never had a parking ticket. This happened to be for parking in a valet zone. News: there IS NO FUCKING VALET ON A TUESDAY NIGHT!
And now today: The day was decent enough. Woke up with a headache, layed around until I had to go to work. The bartender was about half an hour late getting there, so I had to stand around outside the bar waiting for him to show up and open the door. That was okay though, since he felt pretty bad about it and paid for my dinner later. groovy. Then, work was fucking SLOW. I only made $7 dollars on tips tonight. that was for a full 8 hour shift. That blew. Then, on my way home, as I exit the freeway, I get pulled over for doing 57mph. I JUST EXITED THE FREEWAY. Give me time to slow down bitch. According to the cop, it's a 40mph zone, so that's $165 for the first ten, then an additional $35 for the extra seven. Then he tacks on another $115 fine for a crack on my windshield. It isn't even my car. He is kind and throws in an added bonus for me though; he tells me that I have warrents in the city but he can't tell me what they are unless he takes me in. This is news to me. I haven't been pulled over in a while so I have no idea what this is.
Then for the icing on the cake, I get home and all I want is a fucking beer. No beer in the house. Made myself a gibson, so let's see if i don't get too sloshed since i have to be up at 9 tomorrow to go to San Antonio, then back to photograph on Thursday morning, then back to work at the bar on Thursday night. I haven't even gotten my first paycheck yet. Argh.
--REM
The Preamble: I started working at Dean's last Tuesday. Got a parking ticket my first fucking day for the amount which I happened to earn that day. That sucked hard enough. I've been going downtown every fucking week for about a year now and never had a parking ticket. This happened to be for parking in a valet zone. News: there IS NO FUCKING VALET ON A TUESDAY NIGHT!
And now today: The day was decent enough. Woke up with a headache, layed around until I had to go to work. The bartender was about half an hour late getting there, so I had to stand around outside the bar waiting for him to show up and open the door. That was okay though, since he felt pretty bad about it and paid for my dinner later. groovy. Then, work was fucking SLOW. I only made $7 dollars on tips tonight. that was for a full 8 hour shift. That blew. Then, on my way home, as I exit the freeway, I get pulled over for doing 57mph. I JUST EXITED THE FREEWAY. Give me time to slow down bitch. According to the cop, it's a 40mph zone, so that's $165 for the first ten, then an additional $35 for the extra seven. Then he tacks on another $115 fine for a crack on my windshield. It isn't even my car. He is kind and throws in an added bonus for me though; he tells me that I have warrents in the city but he can't tell me what they are unless he takes me in. This is news to me. I haven't been pulled over in a while so I have no idea what this is.
Then for the icing on the cake, I get home and all I want is a fucking beer. No beer in the house. Made myself a gibson, so let's see if i don't get too sloshed since i have to be up at 9 tomorrow to go to San Antonio, then back to photograph on Thursday morning, then back to work at the bar on Thursday night. I haven't even gotten my first paycheck yet. Argh.
--REM