4 posts tagged “tips”

but I think I'm getting sick.

I have that yucky brain scrambled, head full, body achy, exhausted feeling.

Today started off good.  I awoke to morning sex.  Yay morning sex.  And that set the general tone for the day, I got to work early (to let Cute Girl go home early because she's covered for me a few days when I was late this week.)  Started rocking out and getting shit done, had to be a bit of bitch to the 19 year old supervisor then she was a bit butt hurt about it but now we're both over it.  It's been pretty steady, which is good.  Tips have been pretty good too.

Now I just feel crappy. 

That's crap.

Now I'm gonna go read post secret and then go back to work.

My head is throbbing. 
So badly that it kind of makes me want to vomit.

I closed with my manager tonight.  I don't know who's worse.  Her or New Guy.  At least with her I get all the tips and we're generally out of there super early.  She's very much a "go to work to work" type.  Which is cool and all but when it's as slow as it was tonight a little harmless chit chat would make the night go by a bit faster.  Ugh.

Stayed at the Terrorist's house last night.  Got there and was in bed within the hour.  Which is basically what our relationship has been reduced to over the past week or two.  He mentioned it this morning.  How it kind of bothers him that we haven't really gotten to spend much QT together. The comment kind of caught me off guard to be honest.  I don't really know why but it did.  It's not that I hadn't noticed it, it's not that I didn't agree with it, I just hadn't actually admitted it to myself until he vocalized the words.  Because of the whole "incapable of adult relationship's" thing I had tricked myself into thinking that it was just sex that I was missing I didn't even think of the emotional aspect.  Wow, that snuck up and bit me on the ass.  Oh well, life is busy for both of us at the moment and it's only going to get busier.  Which sucks, a lot, but there's not much we can do about it.  Just have to give it time, things will even out after a bit.  I hope.
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Fuck.  It's 230a.  I was supposed to be in bed by two.
I need to go to bed, I have to be downtown at 10a. 
Fuck, that's in less that eight hours. 

My job, drives me insane.  Surprise!

There are so many aspects about my job that drive me crazy I made a mental list on my way home.  I'm changing it from a mental list to a blog list.. and without any further ado... 

Many Reason's why I hate my job!...

•  It's at the airport.  I fucking hate working at the airport!!  The only good thing about working at the airport is the fact that the Terrorist works there and that doesn't really matter because we don't work the same hours.
• My 19 year old "supervisor" who has basically no food service experience makes $.75 more an hour than I do.  Now, don't get me wrong, I think she's a great kid and has learned a lot but $.75/hr?!  Come on!  I have to wait until I reach 60 days before they'll give me a raise!
• I work for a company that lets people no call/no show 3 times and doesn't fire them!!  What kind of message does that send to the rest of us?! 
• I'm almost a decade older than a lot of my coworkers.
• I have a coworker who is quite young and though she's one hell of a hard worker (when she wants to be) and a great kid she is in fact just a KID and that makes me want to punch her at times.
• People who come through the line and flash $100 bills in there wallet and can't even throw us a dollar.  Come on people!  Tip better.  Consider it your way of helping to stimulate the economy!!
• >>People who>< when receiving $.65 change will pick out the dime and nickle and throw that in the tip jar.   If our cheery disposition, smiling faces and speedy service don't inspire you too throw a little more in the tip jar then think of the failing economy... do it for your country for Christ Sake!!
• Though this one isn't exactly common place, it happened tonight and it pissed me off... At closing I kill the main lights and when I get a moment I go out and rearrange the aisle divider things.  Tonight, I was moving the dividers and I heard a lady say something like "quick before she locks us out..." or something like that.  Then some lady and a guy ran by me and got into line.  They didn't ask if they could they just went.  That is wrong.  Then, because they got in line a few others did too and it took fucking forever to get out of there. 
• I have to get to the parking lot 20-25 minutes before I'm scheduled to be at a shift in order to catch the shuttle in and be at work on time

 All of these mixed with little irritating things such as the POS Clock (Time-clock) being 5-7 minutes fast make me really hate my job. 

That's all.

I wish I could say that I'm handling this early morning thing well.
But I'm not, at all.
So much so that my brain is having a hard time attempting to form sentences right now.
It's a very yucky feeling.

I think I'm going to give myself an hour.
After an hour if I don;t feel more awake and alert, I'm going to strip naked and go jump in my neighbors koi pond.  That should help clear my head. 
Though it might not do much for my abrasive disposition.
Oh well, I don't think there are actual fish in there.

The Job.
Isn't bad.  Nothing like pulling espresso shots for 8 hours a day.  (Not that I would know because the most I've done it is 4 hours a day.)
My manager likes me.  I don't know what her normal caliber of employee is but they must tend to suck cause she seems really impressed with me.  Tomorrow I might be on the register.  Oooooh the register.  There's some exciting stuff. 

The Tips.
Not great.  But not bad.  I made around $10-$13 for 4 hours today.  Which isn't nearly as good as I'd make if I were serving but it's also better than nothing.  They have a weird way of doing tips but it seems to work for them and I get to leave with them daily so I wont complain.  The really odd bit is that instead of cashing there change out they just split the coins.  Which means the past two days I've gone home with $6-8 (or so) in change.

I haven't seen the Terrorist in a while, which kind of sucks.  I need my daily dose of terror.  (Okay that  was a pretty bad joke but at least I'm waking up enough to attempt humor.)  I hadn't heard from him for a few days.  Which is fairly unlike him to not alt least return a text, so I called to see if he was dead.  (I thought he was either dead or avoiding me.)  Apparently it was neither (phew, though I've heard some say the only good terrorist is a dead one, I just don't agree) he's been sick (yuck).  That made me feel bad because I called him VERY early yesterday morning kind of secretly hoping hi might wake up just a bit so he could let me in and I could crawl in bed with him and nap there.

I miss Lesley.
I know that's kind of an odd statement considering about 12 hours ago I was ready to smash her face through a window then cut her repeatedly with broken shards of glass... but what do you want I'm a bit moody!
I haven't actually hung out with her in a long time. 
Hopefully tomorrow we'll have time to do pho.
Hopefully.

Okay, I think I"m done rambling..
Now if I can not fall back asleep things'll be good.
I got home at 9.15a  Then attempted to play online then finally started to nap around 10.30a with the intention of getting up at noon.  Didn't happen..