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dragonlady7Am just waking up, sitting in my bed feeling rumblies in my tumbly (not sure yet whether they're good or bad), and decided to do my math for the week, my weekly accounting if you will, to figure out how much money I made.
I put the totals into the excel spreadsheet and the chart I have graphing my weekly totals just kinda changed shape. I've exceeded my usual weekly total by about 1/4th. So. Yeah. I made a lot of money this week. I'm just so tired now...
And having it cash in hand is dangerous. I walked out last night (and this is freakish, as Saturdays are always slow days where even with overgenerous tippers I don't make much) with bills in my hand: a $100 with Ben Franklin's face all huge and imposing on it, and a $10, and two $5s, and 2 $1s. A slim little pile, but an exceedingly smug pile, and the impulse is to go and spend it on something. Indeed we went out last night and had a few drinks at a bar and I insisted on picking up the tab, because I'd drunk the most and also eaten food there, and also was the one of the group who'd had the best week and was feeling good about money. Our friend is saving to hopefully buy a house, and confessed that two beers would just about use up his whole budget for the week. (The irony, of course, is that I'm a waitress and he's a lawyer.) (Incidentally I now understand the way some of my tables fight over checks: it just feels good to be the one who can just pay and say with reasonable truthfulness, "don't worry". I think that was my goal as a child, to be rich enough to just pay for everything and not be bothered over it. I think it's a good goal.)
The verdict is that I should buy myself some boots. It's very weird, this feeling of being utterly unworried by finances-- and I know damn well I should bung it all into savings because Christmas is coming and I won't make this much again before that. But I think I need a morale-booster; if I keep sticking all this into savings, it will get spent on the bills, and I'll just resent Z for not putting as much money into the kitty as I do, and we know neither of us needs that. I've definitely never earned this much in my life, and I understand the several people I've spoken to who said that the hardest part of being a bartender was transitioning to a straight job because it takes like a decade to get back up to the same earning power. I'm pretty sure that I made more this week than my dad was making in a week before he retired. (It's probably close.)
Though I'm *still* making less than Z was at his last job before he got his degree. (Deflate a bit, girl.)
So the math is making me feel better about how bad my legs hurt.
I feel like it's far earlier than it is because it's not light out yet. This is dangerous. This is bad. I need to be thoroughly ready for and psyched up for work, because today is going to be another brutal one, and I promise you I will get my ass kicked. Why? Well, it's a Bills home game, and they're playing the Jets, which means away fans will bother traveling up, as it's within the same state; also a lot of those traveling anyway will be Jets fans, so they'll be in the bar and probably will have shown up three hours early for their flight just to be in the bar to watch the game. So we'll get clobbered, and then clobbered again with the fans as they fly home from the game, and it's going to be busy and drunken and I hope to Christ the bitch new girl doesn't call off again because last week was hell and that new boy is fucking useless. Nice as all get-out, but he's just so damn slow and can't keep track of his food orders.
I should probably save up to pay off my smaller student loan. I have two; one is ginormous, and the other I had to take out my last year because they cut my financial aid, and it's at a higher rate and is down to four figures, a lowish four figures, and I should just concentrate on paying that off. I'm already making payments on it that are bigger than required (more than twice as big, actually). I don't have the balls to just empty my savings account to do it. But I'll keep pondering it.
I wish I didn't dread this shift but I do. "Think of the money" only gets you so far. And then inhumanity of inhumanity, I have to work tomorrow too.
I put the totals into the excel spreadsheet and the chart I have graphing my weekly totals just kinda changed shape. I've exceeded my usual weekly total by about 1/4th. So. Yeah. I made a lot of money this week. I'm just so tired now...
And having it cash in hand is dangerous. I walked out last night (and this is freakish, as Saturdays are always slow days where even with overgenerous tippers I don't make much) with bills in my hand: a $100 with Ben Franklin's face all huge and imposing on it, and a $10, and two $5s, and 2 $1s. A slim little pile, but an exceedingly smug pile, and the impulse is to go and spend it on something. Indeed we went out last night and had a few drinks at a bar and I insisted on picking up the tab, because I'd drunk the most and also eaten food there, and also was the one of the group who'd had the best week and was feeling good about money. Our friend is saving to hopefully buy a house, and confessed that two beers would just about use up his whole budget for the week. (The irony, of course, is that I'm a waitress and he's a lawyer.) (Incidentally I now understand the way some of my tables fight over checks: it just feels good to be the one who can just pay and say with reasonable truthfulness, "don't worry". I think that was my goal as a child, to be rich enough to just pay for everything and not be bothered over it. I think it's a good goal.)
The verdict is that I should buy myself some boots. It's very weird, this feeling of being utterly unworried by finances-- and I know damn well I should bung it all into savings because Christmas is coming and I won't make this much again before that. But I think I need a morale-booster; if I keep sticking all this into savings, it will get spent on the bills, and I'll just resent Z for not putting as much money into the kitty as I do, and we know neither of us needs that. I've definitely never earned this much in my life, and I understand the several people I've spoken to who said that the hardest part of being a bartender was transitioning to a straight job because it takes like a decade to get back up to the same earning power. I'm pretty sure that I made more this week than my dad was making in a week before he retired. (It's probably close.)
Though I'm *still* making less than Z was at his last job before he got his degree. (Deflate a bit, girl.)
So the math is making me feel better about how bad my legs hurt.
I feel like it's far earlier than it is because it's not light out yet. This is dangerous. This is bad. I need to be thoroughly ready for and psyched up for work, because today is going to be another brutal one, and I promise you I will get my ass kicked. Why? Well, it's a Bills home game, and they're playing the Jets, which means away fans will bother traveling up, as it's within the same state; also a lot of those traveling anyway will be Jets fans, so they'll be in the bar and probably will have shown up three hours early for their flight just to be in the bar to watch the game. So we'll get clobbered, and then clobbered again with the fans as they fly home from the game, and it's going to be busy and drunken and I hope to Christ the bitch new girl doesn't call off again because last week was hell and that new boy is fucking useless. Nice as all get-out, but he's just so damn slow and can't keep track of his food orders.
I should probably save up to pay off my smaller student loan. I have two; one is ginormous, and the other I had to take out my last year because they cut my financial aid, and it's at a higher rate and is down to four figures, a lowish four figures, and I should just concentrate on paying that off. I'm already making payments on it that are bigger than required (more than twice as big, actually). I don't have the balls to just empty my savings account to do it. But I'll keep pondering it.
I wish I didn't dread this shift but I do. "Think of the money" only gets you so far. And then inhumanity of inhumanity, I have to work tomorrow too.
