instead once well, 9pm rolled around pretty much no one came in the damned place. at all. i mean for the last hour the place was opened we just sat around and did nothing really. so i ended up going home with only 60-some bucks. if that..i can't even remember how much i made. fuck that just shows you how shitty a night it was.

and joy of joys i get to work in um..9 hours? something like that. oh well next week i think'm working all evening shifts..i think i can dig that.

i swear working at a restaurant you meet the some of the oddest people, be it servers, or customers. today a server was going around talking about "i'm tall enough to eat beans off your head" over and over, then everything became about beans. so finally while we were sitting around waiting for the place to offically 'close' i asked him why the hell he was spouting that crap off all night he said some old man had said to him "i'm so tall i could eat beans off your head" to which he started laughing and said "you could?" and the guy stood up and sure enough he apparently could eat beans off my friends head. and what's even better is my friend is prolly 6 feet tall.

in other more sad news. what the fuck is up with my boys. they lost..what 4,5 to nothing today? jesus come on guys you have no more getup in your steps. basically if you guys don't realize that "hey we have to actually move out there, and forecheck, and put pressure on them when we're a man down" you won't get out of this round.

jesus i'm so fucking tired. time for sleep before i pass out in my chair.

scud.