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[dragonlady7]

Human flesh! I crave human flesh!

Yeah, he's been getting weirder and weirder.

So I'm going out on the town tonight and have precisely $38 to cover me and Dave's entertainment for the evening, which will include $16 in cover charges.
I figured I'd better pre-load, since I won't be able to afford booze.

I've just had one lime vodka (Frïs is the only vodka manufacturer who makes lime HELLO DUH people it's a taste sensation GO BUY IT NOW and put it in EVERYTHING because it is yummy) with, well, "mixed berry" flavored juice and whoa! I think I'm good for the night. Better drink some water and have a lie-down. Heh, y'know, I hardly drink anymore since I became a bartender.

In other news, I am confirmed in my belief that rich people suck. For the second week running some high-powered executive woman came in and ordered a chardonnay and tipped me with loose change that adds up to less than 10% of the cost of the drink. I recognized her when she came in, and as she approached, was pondering whether I should ask her (once she'd left it) whether the loose change tip was actually intended as an insult. I was taught that if you leave loose change for the waiter, it means you thought the service sucked. So I want to ask her whether she actually means that, or if she's just cheap. (Personally, if the loose change adds up to a reasonable proportion of the cost of the drink, I don't complain. They know I've got a cash register. I can change it out and make it into real money to take home, whereas they're just going to throw it on the dresser and forget about it. I don't mind getting $1 in dimes. Whatever, man. It adds up, and pays my bills. But when somebody leaves me twenty cents in pennies and nickels on a $10 tab, I figure they're trying to piss me off because I've somehow pissed them off. Strikes me as simple etiquette.)

But, I'm a chicken.
(See, the ones that don't tip: I figure, they pay dues to be in this club, so they have enough trouble accepting that the booze isn't free. It's probably way beyond them to realize I make under minimum wage because I'm expected to be tipped. And the ones that don't tip me for pouring them fifteen free Cokes? Whatever-- my tip-15%-rule-of-thumb applies there, and says well, 15% of 0 is 0. Logical enough. Which sets me apart from my peers, apparently: last Sunday, I was complimented for being way less surly than the usual Sunday staff has been. But the ones that tip really cheap? They must realize that I live on tips. And that means that they either don't care, or hate me. And I really wonder where they get that from.)



In better news, I wrote like half a page of Chapter Six. Oh goody. By the way, Ch. 6 has the exciting bits in it. Did I mention. And I didn't have time to get to them. Because I had to pour Diet Cokes for rich non-tippers. BAH.


But in awesome news:
Yes, awesome news:
I got home and there was a package waiting for me, from Amazon.
It was my Christmas present from my eccentric uncle and godfather.
And it was:

Holy crap! The entire Lord of the Rings trilogy!!!

Now, i don't have a day off until Monday, and I have a shit-ton of writing to do before then, but after that? Dude. I'm not leaving my room.

I'm almost tempted not to go out tonight. But, y'know, I like going out, and go out like once every two months, so I should probably actually go, broke or not. (This having a savings account for all my tips sucks because it means I can never build up any money in my wallet to spend. Curse you, car insurance and rent and all you basic necessities! Curse you!)

Also, read that article in Time about (how condesdending is this name) "Twixters", those twentysomethings whose fecklessness means that many live at home and don't have established careers or houses or families or anything that their parents did at that age.
The article went on for a while about their fecklessness and changing jobs and not having any savings or starting families or getting married.
And then, after a while, it reached a conclusion:
They can't afford their own houses or savings or a family, because they can't help but change careers, because entry-level jobs no longer pay the wages they used to.

Du-fucking-UH. Thank you, Time, for simultaneously insulting and depressing me. Do I have career opportunities? No. Do I have the stability to start a family? No. Is that my fault?
Apparently it's the fault of my entire generation for being so damn feckless. Except there are no jobs anyway. Gorsh, you are incisive journalists, aren't you? Fuck you.

Helpful:
Mom's comment, several months ago when I turned 25 and was unemployed and had no prospects: "At your age, i had my Master's and was married."
Dad's comment: "At your age, I was in combat in Vietnam and was directly responsible for the lives of 56 men."
Mom's additional comment: "At your age, your sister was in Germany with the Army."

Thanks, folks.


But, I have the LoTR trilogy, all in one fell swoop, and have conquered the demons of Ch. 5 and will be getting on to the meaty bits of Ch. 6 shortly SO THERE. Who needs a fuckin' career? Good, because I don't have one.

Comments

[tehta.livejournal.com]

Um... sorry to mention this, but would you consider putting the bulk of your posts behind LJ cuts? It's just that you post so often and at such length that my friendslist page is getting very long and unwieldy to scroll through.

[redstapler.livejournal.com]

I'm 22, almost 23, have a college degree, and work at a comic book store because it was the only thing I got.

Time doesn't know the fucking half of it.

(But it was a pretty interesting article nonetheless.)