the day didn't start out bad mind you, i returned my phone for a new one without a hitch, guy was real chill about it. but when i had to go into work..there's where it went downhill. and not for the obivious reason about actually having to work. i don't really mind my job, the people i work with for the most part own.

but what i do dislike is getting put in a section with two booths, and two tables. because only until we get the huge-ass rush will the tables fill up. i probably had 9 people get brought to a table, and then ask "can we get a booth?" jesus people you're sat there for a reason so just fucking sit down.

so needless to say i really only had two tables for most of the night, then a huge ass party comes in, so i get hammered with them. and jesus these people ran me ragged, every two seconds asking for more of this, and their little rugrats bitching about not getting their ice-cream instantly. god i wanted to beat them upside their fucking heads.

so because of them running me ragged i couldn't take any tables cause i knew i wouldn't be able to really give'm good service.

so instead i was worked ragged, until almost midnight..and only made 50 fucking dollars. 50 bucks. that's probably the worst i've ever done..or no, it's about normal for me suddenly. i keep getting the worst fucking sections in the entire place and if it keeps up i'm gonna have to find a new job. cause i would like to be able to go out and get my own place eventually..but i can't do that averaging 50 dollars a frickin night.

here's an amusing thing. the other day i was playing counter-strike, a game in which your goal is to kill the other person. by shooting them, knifing them, etc. and on this server you couldn't cuss, couldn't even say "wtf". so the irony is that you can play a game that simulates killing but can't say "fuck, shit damn assmonkey". odd.

scud.