I hate this weekend at work. I have made absolutely no money. In fact, I walked out with $21 last night. That’s it. After 4 hours of being run to death, more fucking restaurant.com gift certificates, and people that ordered Goose and Patron off our bar, but who could only “afford” to leave me 8%. Just…don’t even get me started.
Let’s talk about restaurant.com for a minute. People can buy a gift certificate for Coyote’s for $10 for us, which gives them $25 off to use. They have to purchase $35 worth of food in order to redeem it. Every shift, I get at least 1 table who has one of these. Every shift, I get shortchanged on my tips. The people with these gift certificates always have at least a $50 tab by the end of the night, but they always tip me off the discounted amount. What’s worse is that on the printout of the gift certificate, it says in huge letters PLEASE TIP YOUR SERVER OFF THE ORIGINAL AMOUNT OF THE BILL.
Tonight I have one more shift at 4:30, and then tomorrow I’m off from both jobs with the rest of America for Labor Day. Next weekend I’m hoping we will be busier, because apparently Labor Day is a notoriously slow weekend.
In dating news: yesterday, Spongebob from Bob’s Barn came over to go swimming with me. On Friday night, I danced with him all night at Bob’s because he wanted to practice some spin techniques on the floor, so while we were in the pool yesterday, we were two stepping and spinning. He’s the one that started it, and it was adorable. It’s kind of hard to move how you’re supposed to in water, but it made me laugh and that was much needed.
He eventually went in for the kill of a kiss and then before I knew it we were making out in the water all afternoon. We had to stop when a mom came in with her small child, but a little while later we headed inside for some more fun. Now I reallllllyyyy find myself wanting to have sex with Spongebob. I gave him the nickname of Spongebob, because he has the same name as another character on the show. I’m sure you guys can figure out the name with some effort. 🙂
Why do I want to have sex with him? Well, first of all, I’ve gotten into a bad habit of booty calling my ex. It’s just too easy and familiar to do that, so I haven’t really gone for much fresh meat since early spring. Without going into too much further detail, my ex is leaving with the Army again to go to Afghanistan for a year like THIS MONTH. No sex for a year is obviously no bueno so we need to fix that like right now. Second of all, I just think it would be a good thing to get comfortable having sex with new people, because eventually when I meet someone I really do like, I don’t want to have any hangups. I think a FWB type situation would be ideal for this stuff, so I’m going to make it happen.
I hope all my readers are doing well…if I even have any readers? I never get comments so I have no idea if anyone even reads this. If you do, show yourselves please. It would be much appreciated.