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dragonlady7Ice storm = delays:
Atlanta
Charlotte
Dulles
Philadelphia
Pittsburgh
LaGuardia
as well as delays to other airports when the plane that was needed to fly to them was stuck at one of the above. I heard (over the PA) at least one Detroit flight get cancelled, as well as I think an O'Hare one, although I don't know that they got any bad weather out that way, really.
At least. They closed Philly this morning. Fuckers.
Cancelled flights, somewhat, but also delayed flights, and delayed flights meant great flipping wodges of human bodies sitting in my bar, all wanting things. What is it with people, wanting things? Motherfuckers!
It was just a steady high-volume no-let-up never-a-moment-to-catch-up kind of day, but does that mean I have made tons of money?
No, no. Of course not.
Everyone left me between 5 and 15%, if they left me anything at all. I think I made 20% on one check, and it was a small check, so it didn't really register. (One lovely fellow left me $6.25 to cover a $6.23 bill, after I'd refilled his fucking water glass three fucking times, but then, I'd sort of expected it, and it's really horrible that I'd expected it, but you know, stereotypes are grounded in reality.)
So it was a dollar here, a dollar there, maybe two dollars there, and I feel like a truck hit me, and I'm $10 short of having made 15% on my over $1000 sales for the day.
Yes. I busted my ass for not even 15%.
I fucking hate Torture Bar.
I did say "Kiss my ass, you miserable old fuck," once, but I didn't have the guts to say it within earshot of the person to whom it was addressed.
Merry fucking Christmas, travellers!
I am in a foul mood and require smut, stat. Failing anything else, I think I will go write some.
Atlanta
Charlotte
Dulles
Philadelphia
Pittsburgh
LaGuardia
as well as delays to other airports when the plane that was needed to fly to them was stuck at one of the above. I heard (over the PA) at least one Detroit flight get cancelled, as well as I think an O'Hare one, although I don't know that they got any bad weather out that way, really.
At least. They closed Philly this morning. Fuckers.
Cancelled flights, somewhat, but also delayed flights, and delayed flights meant great flipping wodges of human bodies sitting in my bar, all wanting things. What is it with people, wanting things? Motherfuckers!
It was just a steady high-volume no-let-up never-a-moment-to-catch-up kind of day, but does that mean I have made tons of money?
No, no. Of course not.
Everyone left me between 5 and 15%, if they left me anything at all. I think I made 20% on one check, and it was a small check, so it didn't really register. (One lovely fellow left me $6.25 to cover a $6.23 bill, after I'd refilled his fucking water glass three fucking times, but then, I'd sort of expected it, and it's really horrible that I'd expected it, but you know, stereotypes are grounded in reality.)
So it was a dollar here, a dollar there, maybe two dollars there, and I feel like a truck hit me, and I'm $10 short of having made 15% on my over $1000 sales for the day.
Yes. I busted my ass for not even 15%.
I fucking hate Torture Bar.
I did say "Kiss my ass, you miserable old fuck," once, but I didn't have the guts to say it within earshot of the person to whom it was addressed.
Merry fucking Christmas, travellers!
I am in a foul mood and require smut, stat. Failing anything else, I think I will go write some.
