It's weird being in the office on Saturday. Reminds me of the times I used to stay late in junior high with my friend Shari while her parents cleaned the school. We used to do terrible things--rifle through the teachers' desks, move on to the students', raid the supply cabinets, read the confisgated notes passed in class...we were rotten. So why, tell me, do I feel the same urges now...?

The restaurant was ridiculous last night. We were busy and my sales were through the roof...I just couldn't break the 10% barrier. This would usually lead one to question one's abilities as a server, but many of these people were, and I quote, "thrilled" with their service. Another couple told a manager that I gave the best service they'd ever received at a restaurant. So why, I ask, would they leave $5 on $47, $5 on $44, $6 on $50, or $12 on $117? Ignorance, I guess. So frustrating.

Today I've way to many things wedged into what I know will be no where near enough time. Work for another hour or two. Go to the west side to buy Jess a birthday gift. Get measured for a bridesmaid dress. Pull myself into some semblance of order for dinner tonight. Force myself to get into the right mood to go clubbing...which will be tough, really, when all I really want to do is cuddle up with a book, my beagles, and a bottle of red...wear soft clothing...not have my ears assaulted by terrible music. I guess I'm getting old, or something.

Better'd get back to what I'm supposed to be doing right now.

A plague on Adept!