It’s so hard for me to go to work on Tuesdays.
I mean, every Tuesday, it’s the same thing… “How can I call in today”. Unfortunately, I do believe I’m out of excuses. And at this point, not working is incredibly stupid, seeing as it’s like pulling teeth to make a buck these days.
This economy thing is really starting to get on my nerves. I just really don’t understand where the Government get’s off trying to spend money we don’t have. I understand it’s been going on for decades, but it’s getting to be rediculous. Last night I started thinking about the Roman empire. So large, so advanced, and a perfect example of how people end up screwing themselves with their own greed.
With that said, I don’t know what to do about work. Last Tuesday, the power was out, I couldn’t work. What’s it going to be this week? Obligatory lesbo drama, perhaps a meltdown from the kitchen? Argh. I hate working without Chris, at least he balances me when shit hits the fan. At any rate, I feel like the place could gounder at any moment, and all these people can think about is another creative way to push their miniscule tasks off onto the people under them.
I’ll say it again… “Too many cheifs, not enough Indians.”
I really feel like the bar itself would save a lot of money by eliminating the fact that there are 6 managers…
There are more managers than staff.
That’s rediculous.
As for me, I must slave away in the restaurant. 
Remember to always tip your server 20%. Despite what blimey Oprah thinks.
