"If it wasn't work, they wouldn't call it work. They'd call it super-wonderful, crazy-fun time! Or skippedydoo!"

[credit to elizabeth. or red foreman. take your pick.]

i worked 12.5 hours today.

around 3pm i assumed i would end up attempting to puncture my wrists with paper parasols.

i got a second wind and made it out alive.

there should be a class that people have to take regarding tipping. five dollars on a 48 dollar bill that you had a 50 dollar gift certificate for is just incorrect.

at least no one yells at me anymore. no matter how annoyed i get, i can always fall back on that. i enjoy people coming in that, 99% of the time, start off in a good mood. they want to be where i work. that was for sure not the case at my last job.

i have the day off tomorrow. i am very excited. part of me wants to actually do something with my life, but a bigger part wants to take advantage of my lack of actual things to do and sit around doing nothing. reading. taking accidental cat naps while watching big love on dvd. reading more. thinking about going outside to run, but watching more tv instead. i love those days and feel as though sometimes they are completely necessary for survival.

i hope i don't have to work 12 hours again. ever. i feel like a need a bath.

see you on the flip side.