you see most days when i work i'm ok, i don't get weeded very easily and i usually don't mess up. however i think every once in a while everyone has those days/shifts where everything went wrong. well that happened, only it happened pretty much all weekend long. friday night i was stuck with pretty much the oldest, and slowest server in the restaurant, that coupled with the fact at the buisiest time of the night they decided to quintuple seat us [yes that's 5 tables within the span of 3 minutes] put me in the weeds. when i finally got out of said weeds, and was about to go home i got sadled with two 5-tops because my zonepartner is a lazy fuck. add to that mix the kitchen fucking up food and me finally getting too flustured to reallly do my job decently, and you have one big fuckup.

needless to say i didn't get out of the restaurant until well after midnight and i didn't even have a lot of money to show for all my hours worked. so needless to say after work i really wanted to go drink, only it was even too late to do that because there was probably only 20 minutes of drinking left. instead i decided to go to sleep since i had to work in the morning.

saturday morning was ehh. it wasn't too bad, up until about 5:00 right about when my replacement was supposed to come in we got slammed. i mean entire restaurant filled up and a lot of people waiting in the lobby. this of course annoyed me because really, i wanted to get the fuck out of there already. sure enough around 7 i finally got out of the damned place.

again i'm now pissed off as can be because hell, i should've gotten out of work 2 hours earlier. after i had some dinner i ended up going out with ian and ugh, way way too much alochol.

at one point though we had a flaming dr.pepper and damn if that shit isn't good. i was afraid cause hell it's a shot of amaretto with 151 ontop and you drop it into a beer ala a car bomb, but man was it yummmy. then at one point we went to the other local bar, saw some friends there and talked with libby about when she's leaving. i forget some portions here and there but i sure as hell do remember trying to say goodbye to libby and sticking my head around to the back of the house and suddenly we had some shithead yelling at at "you're outta here, get out!" we kind of looked at each other and were like, "fuck it" cause i mean shit, we were already on our way out. don't have to be a douche bag about it.

either way i woke up to find out that not only did i have a raging headache at some point i had yaked. mm joy. what a perfect way to continue my weekend, thankfully it wasn't too hard to clean up, and is now totally not noticable, nor does it smell [thank you oxyclean]

course after that i couldn't just spend the rest of the day recopuerating, oh no. i had to go into work because i picked up a shift for a guy who worked for me on wednesday. worst. mistake. ever.

not only was i there until midnight, i made 30 bucks. i shit you not, and the place was fucking bonkers for a good 3-4 hours. and i still made money because PEOPLE HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW TO TIP. honestly you idiotic hicks, you don't tip 10% to a guy who filled your drinks all night longer, especially when yoou have a large enough party to take up two tables. don't fucking give me 11 bucks on a hundred dollar tab, it's expected you give 20 on a bill of that size.

so not only did the weekend blow, there wasn't even one single redeeming thing in it. all i know is i'm skipping out on work on tuesday and going to see craig honeycutt play a show since i'm done with class and it'll be my last chance to get some e: fix before i move.

just ugh.