8:05 p.m.
Diary
Today pretty much sucked. Vickey yelled at me a few times. I shrugged it off. It's hard to take that job too seriousely. I mean, really, who makes a carreer out of working as a server?
I'm not going to be 35 years old working in a no where job.
I only made 10 bux in tips today....
Who cares if I left the tongs in the fuckin fries anyways...Vicky puts my plates in the heat window so that they burn off the top 3 layers of skin when I go to run them to the table....Now that fuckin hurts!
Tomorrow Amy and I have made reservations to go on a cruise. There will be a Holloween party, and a few dj's. We decided to do something new for Holloween. We have tried most of the other club scenes and this should be different.
I hope all goes well?
I'm fuckin tired and cranky. My head is pounding!
