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dragonlady7So.
8 hours today, in a bar where I make tips, to make up for the 45ish I just worked in the bar where I don't.
On the one hand, I have earned less than 1/3 of my average weekly tip total in the last FIVE DAYS, and if I'm going to have any hope of maintaining any sort of a budget, I had damn well better have a busy day today and make some reasonable quantity.
On the other hand, I have such a goddamn sleep deficit and am so tired and logy from spending 45 hours with my eyelids propped open staring in depressed boredom at that goddamn speckly marble countertop (black marble with these little gold flecks I swear to God look precisely like pretzel crumbs so no matter how clean it is it doesn't matter) that if it is busy today at Torture Bar I might actually just keel over and die.
(In other news, just went and looked at my bank balance online and am flabberghasted by how much money is there. I have a creeping suspicion that I have forgotten to pay a largeish bill. I also suspect that I have misspelled flabbergasted repeatedly over the last few weeks. Yeah, there's no h. But I remain confused about money and why I actually have some. Evidently having deposited the last two paychecks, which were fat and juicy from Actually Earning Tips Because People Were Actually At The Bar, has had some sort of effect, and I ought to be more smug about my finances than I have been? I don't know. This damn business requires too much damn math. Well, I suppose I'd better go pay the heat bill, then, since i seem to have enough money to cover it.)
(Oh-- just confirmed with Dave that he forgot to give his mom the rent check, so that's why it's so high. Welp... Easy come, easy go.)
I have a sudden overwhelming craving for apple crisp as my mother makes it.
Eh, fuggit, I am going to renew my livejournal paid status. I feel rich. Not rich enough for the buy-a-reasonable-length-of-time option, but rich nonetheless. I miss my damn userpics.
8 hours today, in a bar where I make tips, to make up for the 45ish I just worked in the bar where I don't.
On the one hand, I have earned less than 1/3 of my average weekly tip total in the last FIVE DAYS, and if I'm going to have any hope of maintaining any sort of a budget, I had damn well better have a busy day today and make some reasonable quantity.
On the other hand, I have such a goddamn sleep deficit and am so tired and logy from spending 45 hours with my eyelids propped open staring in depressed boredom at that goddamn speckly marble countertop (black marble with these little gold flecks I swear to God look precisely like pretzel crumbs so no matter how clean it is it doesn't matter) that if it is busy today at Torture Bar I might actually just keel over and die.
(In other news, just went and looked at my bank balance online and am flabberghasted by how much money is there. I have a creeping suspicion that I have forgotten to pay a largeish bill. I also suspect that I have misspelled flabbergasted repeatedly over the last few weeks. Yeah, there's no h. But I remain confused about money and why I actually have some. Evidently having deposited the last two paychecks, which were fat and juicy from Actually Earning Tips Because People Were Actually At The Bar, has had some sort of effect, and I ought to be more smug about my finances than I have been? I don't know. This damn business requires too much damn math. Well, I suppose I'd better go pay the heat bill, then, since i seem to have enough money to cover it.)
(Oh-- just confirmed with Dave that he forgot to give his mom the rent check, so that's why it's so high. Welp... Easy come, easy go.)
I have a sudden overwhelming craving for apple crisp as my mother makes it.
Eh, fuggit, I am going to renew my livejournal paid status. I feel rich. Not rich enough for the buy-a-reasonable-length-of-time option, but rich nonetheless. I miss my damn userpics.
