Just another Wednesday

Married Lovers by Jackie Collins… sadly, this was the first time I was a little dissapointed. The thing that really kept me going throughout the whole thing, was the story of Anya. A child from Russia, sold into sex slavery, abused for many years and ends up dying from a gunshot wound in a Hollywood Mansion.

Holy Carp, that’s good stuff.

I learned that the neighbors dog is a potential threat to our safety…Don’t really know how I feel about that.

I think it’s about time for me to get out of the bar wench thing. Those crazies are starting to get to me. It’s like I’ve gotten myself so far involved with these people, the less like a tavern and the more like deadly quicksand it’s becoming. The problem is, I wish I could really start to venture off and do my own thing. But with lack of funds, and debt that needs to be taken care of, I feel like I need to get the ball rolling on some better money and a tighter budget for a little while. And heck, maybe something that wouldn’t make me feel like stabbing people would be a nice change.

I’m hoping we can get a digital camera today and I can start plotting some business ideas. I love having the day off.

 

Argh, Tuesdays.

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.