My long weekend from the day job was overshadowed by work at the night job. Course, there was fun to be had. A trip to the dog park, big words spoken, a new jingle emitting from my key chain, those kinds of things. Do I feel like talking about them? Of course I don’t. I’d rather bitch about the fucking restaurant and my bullshit coworkers.

There is a special place in hell for servers that screw their fellow servers. If dealing with “guests” who condescend to you, order you around, yell at you, and/or refuse to give you the tip you deserve and managers that do some of the following along with screwing with your schedule, policing you like an errant grade school student, and managing to do as little work as possible isn’t enough to instill the desire not to stick it to your coworkers who are dealing with the same shit you are… I can’t even finish that sentence.

Guess I’m too annoyed, exhausted, and hungry to get into it. It was a rough weekend at that place. Rougher last night due to the fact that I called in at 7:30 in the morning to talk to the GM about working that night in a cash station, only to come to work to find that another server had whined and cried their way into MY station, therefore putting me into an hourly paid expo position (for which, since servers all owe money to the government, I will never see a dime).

Given that I have been inundated with expenses that are not usual to my budget, I’m pretty desperate for cash. So desperate, in fact, that I can’t even buy food. The three dollars that I scraped together yesterday went into my gas tank, but otherwise, nothing. Going on 36 hours foodless, have at least another 12 to 15 to go. I might have to, and this is pretty pathetic, go to a payroll advance place some time today. This will help in the short term and hurt next week, but I’m too hungry to think clearly.

Will probably be working the next eight nights at that place. Let’s see what the sleep deprivation and hunger do to me, eh?