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And what an EXCITING day it was, too! :p

*disclaimer* Take everything I say with a grain of salt and most of the scary extremist sounding stuff not seriously. Unless it applies directly or indirectly to the Red Sox. Anything I say about them, I mean. *disclaimer ended*

Joe and I go into work. He was supposed to be in an hour before I was, so I figured I'd hang around and see what the plan was before I officially came on, you know? Bad decision. Okay, not really, cause there was no way around the end results, but I had to put up with more bitching than I wanted. One of the girls I work with is from that evil B-town place in Massachusettes. (Seriously, if it weren't for Kerry I would build a Death Star with an extremely discriminating superlaser capable of wiping out all territory within established state boundaries. But I digress.) How many of you are lucky enough to work with martyrs? You know, the kind of people who turn down your offers to help then complain that no one helps them. Fucking annoying, aren't they? Doesn't it make you wish for the days when people were stoned to death for less? I had a whole day of dealing with her whining about how she was the only closer (the other one didn't show up because her sister was fucking MURDERED by her husband who turned around and killed himself), how it was her birthday and she wanted to go home and she couldn't believe no one would stay till close for her.

A) I have bronchitis. I'm lucky enough to make it through my shifts as it is.
B) You know when your birthday is. Fucking request it off if you don't want to work on your birthday.
C) Shut up, Red Sox bitch.

To make things better, we only had 3 people on the floor. We can run safely on 4, we're supposed to be on 5 or 6.

I had nine tables at a time. Not a disaster at all. I actually made great money and didn't need much help. I did, however, have to listen to her squawking about how no one was helping her... yet Joe kept offering to help her and she refused. Oooooooooookay.......

Well, anyway, I made my money, I was quite content. And Joe thinks I'm the best server in the world. :)

Now the daytime bartender's quitting. Time to move in for the kill and become the almighty bartender I know I'm supposed to be.

*re-reads journal* That should spread the boredom.