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[dragonlady7]

Man, bartending's way cooler when you make tips. Also, when nobody is behind the bar telling you crap.

So they had someone come in to "train" me today but she actually truly never came behind the bar. She sat on the other side and did schoolwork and got totally sloshed. So, it was really my first solo shift. And when she left, she didn't want any of the tips from the tip jar; she hadn't made any drinks. So...

It was reasonably busy tonight, a steady stream of mostly regulars, a reasonably full dining room, and a couple late hangers-on. Dave came down after 10 to see how I was doing, and had two drinks and got tipsy enough that I gave him a dinner roll to help him sober up a bit. (I know, I know, having food in your stomach doesn't sober you up, but it helps slow the absorption of alcohol-- fats and starches are best, btw-- so while drinking, eat your French fries.)

I closed on my own, which was nice, and wound up with $50 in my wallet that hadn't been there before. Woohoo! Now I can buy the first of the Xmas presents!

I work the slow bar at the airport tomorrow, so not much by way of tips, but I can do me some writin'. Yay! I guess.
My feet are a little sore. I gotta get me some nice black sneaks and put Dr. Scholls inserts in them. Maybe at the after-Xmas sales.

So... Other than that, I've spent the last day or so going through all the fanfic I wrote during my Éomer kick. I think I'll put it all up on my own website, even the WIP stuff, just to get it organized. Having stuff organized makes me feel better about all the time I've spent on it. I think I've written some really interesting stuff. The thing is, i'd love to be able to post it on my own server with some sort of software so I can get comments on it if people read it, and yet I don't feel comfortable bugging Dave to put that together for me. So, I suppose I won't. And I don't want to fill up my lj with it either.

But it's kind of funny, realizing that of course I just write what I want to read. I'm so disappointed, reading along, when the document ends and I realize I never wrote the denouement. I still haven't decided how Eomer and Lothiriel meet; I still haven't decided when Eomund and Theodwyn fall in love, and I really haven't decided how Theodwyn dies. Things like that, you can write a dozen or more times, and never find the right answer.

And it's more satisfying to work on the original fiction stuff. But, I spent a lot of time on the fanfic, and finished very little. I should put up what I have, in some exotic hypertext format, and be like, 'it's art!'.
Sure.

Anyhow. I feel... ok. A good start. Maybe I'll get a paycheck tomorrow, and then I'd feel even better.

Comments

[kkatowll.livejournal.com]

Yay, tips!
I sincerely hope these "trainers" are not getting paid for this non-work they're doing.

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

Last night the 'trainer' only clocked in for a couple of hours. I mean, they made her come in. She didn't want to. I say they ought to pay her for her trouble in showing up. She's in the midst of renovating her house and had planned on spending last night preparing the living room for the imminent carpet installation, and instead had to come sit at the damn bar. I don't blame her for drinking and doing other work. I would've been pissed at being dragged in too. She kept watching me and saying "You're fine. Why am I even here?"

But if the owner feels that he needs to be so cautious about me, then fine. He asked if I was feeling very confident, and I said, "the other place I work has had me on solo shifts all week so really, yeah." And he kind of shrugged. I dunno-- he must have a bad impression of me, or something. (Probably from last Thursday, when I came in traumatized after the Day From Hell at the other job, where they'd kept me late, and told my co-workers right off that if anything at all went wrong I was going to be in tears before the end of the night. The fella training me yelled at me for doing something a previous trainer had insisted on, I broke the credit card machine and they yelled at me for not knowing it was so touchy, and then the beer was foamy. Lo! I was in tears before the end of the night.)
Rolls eyes.

But anyhow, that's all done with; even Super-Cautious Man has agreed I can work next Tuesday solo.

[qowf.livejournal.com]

I love your Eomer fic. Seriously.

[spacellama.livejournal.com]

Check out the response-o-matic site (http://www.response-o-matic.com/). I set up a review form through them on my web site, and I get reviews now and then. It's easy, free, and makes a writer all glowy without having to code anything!