Hm. Have a nice weekend, everyone.
Feb. 24th, 2005 10:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I think the Powers That Be at work are feeling bad for me.
I mean, they should. My income for this week has been effectively halved by putting me in the Club.
So they offered me a sixth day next Friday. Which would be 47 hours. Quite apart from tips (which I wouldn't get many of anyway), that would at least give me a ridiculous number of hours to get paid for. (I am still uncertain whether I qualify for overtime.)
And then, tonight, after dinner (the managers keep such bizarre hours. I almost feel bad for them, except that they're smart people and it must be worth their whiles or they wouldn't stay in the job), Head Honcho manager called and asked if I'd come in at 9:30 tomorrow. He had an opening, needed someone to open up Torture Bar. So I could stay there until the next shift came in, and then I could go into the Club as scheduled.
Meaning I would be at work from 9:30 until 8:15.
Also, meaning I'd earn tips for half of that.
Of course I said yes. The e-payment to Toyota is going through tomorrow and it's twice the size of the paycheck I'll be picking up tomorrow. (Actually this paycheck should be pretty fat, because it has the credit card tips from the couple of Crazy Days on it. So the Toyota payment will probably be a bit under 1.5 times the size of the paycheck.)
...
You know, they're bastards, but they're trying to be fair.
...
I'm going to be really tired.
Also, Dave, in setting up the forum for this Sooper Seekrit project he's doing programming for, took Freddie Mercury as his avatar, and has been singing "Flash Gordon" ever since. (Not that there's much singing there.) He is exceedingly amused at his own cleverness, which amuses me.
I was trying to get Ch. 8 to cooperate (I think I'm going to cut it. Fuck it, we're moving right on to Ch. 9, which is the first smut scene-- hurrah! But there's exposition that has to happen first. Crap.) but I wound up just rereading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tehta's "Flawed And Fair" again and being tremendously amused, and thinking wistfully that I'd like to someday attain some measure of understatement, just once, in something. I don't know what. I try being understated and people don't notice. Pff.
I am going to go now and eat... Shoot, we have no ice cream. This is tragic.
I mean, they should. My income for this week has been effectively halved by putting me in the Club.
So they offered me a sixth day next Friday. Which would be 47 hours. Quite apart from tips (which I wouldn't get many of anyway), that would at least give me a ridiculous number of hours to get paid for. (I am still uncertain whether I qualify for overtime.)
And then, tonight, after dinner (the managers keep such bizarre hours. I almost feel bad for them, except that they're smart people and it must be worth their whiles or they wouldn't stay in the job), Head Honcho manager called and asked if I'd come in at 9:30 tomorrow. He had an opening, needed someone to open up Torture Bar. So I could stay there until the next shift came in, and then I could go into the Club as scheduled.
Meaning I would be at work from 9:30 until 8:15.
Also, meaning I'd earn tips for half of that.
Of course I said yes. The e-payment to Toyota is going through tomorrow and it's twice the size of the paycheck I'll be picking up tomorrow. (Actually this paycheck should be pretty fat, because it has the credit card tips from the couple of Crazy Days on it. So the Toyota payment will probably be a bit under 1.5 times the size of the paycheck.)
...
You know, they're bastards, but they're trying to be fair.
...
I'm going to be really tired.
Also, Dave, in setting up the forum for this Sooper Seekrit project he's doing programming for, took Freddie Mercury as his avatar, and has been singing "Flash Gordon" ever since. (Not that there's much singing there.) He is exceedingly amused at his own cleverness, which amuses me.
I was trying to get Ch. 8 to cooperate (I think I'm going to cut it. Fuck it, we're moving right on to Ch. 9, which is the first smut scene-- hurrah! But there's exposition that has to happen first. Crap.) but I wound up just rereading
tehta's "Flawed And Fair" again and being tremendously amused, and thinking wistfully that I'd like to someday attain some measure of understatement, just once, in something. I don't know what. I try being understated and people don't notice. Pff.I am going to go now and eat... Shoot, we have no ice cream. This is tragic.
