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Holy shit, did
tonight suck.
My tables were all nice people. They all (with one exception)
were really great tippers. Yes, tonight could have been worse.
Problem was that nobody moved all night. Sure, I'd get a 20%
tip, but it doesn't really add up when you've had the same three
tables for 4 hours who order one drink per hour and sip it slower
than it's evaporating.
I was just feeling disappointed. I was working my ass off, and
it's a shame when you can work your ass off and you have no
money in the end to show for it.
Then, the Bruins came. Yes, John or Joe Thorton (people said
it was John, but a website said Joe) and his whole fucking clan
were all in the bar and then decided FOR NO REASON WHATSOEVER
to move to a new table on the other side of the section. Guess
whose? Mine. This would be good except that they wanted to keep
their old waitress. She repeated to them, "If you move
out of my section, I can't serve you," but they replied
that they would talk to the managers and everything would work
out just fine. Poor Shelley feels so bad for taking these tables
from my section, but it's not her fault. No, it's fucking Joe,
the big shot puck-pusher who is like, "Hey, I'm five years
old and I'm making a million dollars a minute for being a brainless
hockey-player. I might as well screw over a waitress tonight
because I can because I'm a professional asshole athlete."
I hate rich people who have too much money to count and not
enough sense to give a fuck about anyone else. Yeah, it's a
Saturday night and when you go out, you don't want to think
responsibly or worry about anyone else. My reaction to that?
Fuck you then, if you live in the world, you should at least
TRY to think of other people who may be in it with you. Good
for you, it's Saturday night. That's when I work. I don't give
a fuck about your good time.
This PMS is REALLY bad. I cannot wait for it to be over.
Thank God for KaZaA. Some peaceful music, a little food, I'll
be fine. I wish I wanted wine, but I still don't. My birthday
REALLY messed me up on so many levels.
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