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The setting: 7 am, in bed, muffled in blankets, comatose.

The phone rings.
A hand emerges from the blankets and gropes along the desk's surface, dislodging several small breakable items and scattering papers. Finally the hand locates the receiver and silences the cruelly loud bell by lifting it.

"Hello?"
"Hi, Bridget?" It is one of the supervisors from work.
"Uh?" Mind reconnects. Yesterday. Standing at bar. Manager sitting across from bar with schedule. Working out how to staff the bars with one person missing. A solution was found that did not involve this half-asleep hulk.
"Could you come in to open one of the bars?"
"...zthought 'rr wzz nuff pple?"
"Did I wake you up?"
"Mm."
"Well, we'd sorted out how to staff all the bars today even though we're short someone, but then we had a call-in, so we're short two people, which means not enough bodies for all the bars."
"fhnkchk. sux."
"Can you come in?"
"... No."



I am proud of myself, because on previous occasions through sheer confusion I have agreed to come in. And yesterday I said I could not come in. I told the manager i would come in on Wednesday if she were really stuck, but I have a thorough and urgent need to be home today to sort my shit out, and my shit is not sorted out, and also, I am really shockingly stiff and sore and tired. And my goddamn hair is goddamn tangled again. I need a haircut very badly. I have no time for a haircut.
But today I will catch up on something.

dork

Am such a dork. Have been pondering putting together recipes for various people. Well, at the moment: I made a webpage.

my favorite recipes

I am such a dork. Now I really must go catch up on chores. Except first, I have to take poor Z out to lunch. Poor darling.

THE PAIN OF CHRISTMAS

I just did Christmas shopping. Let me explain. No, it is too painful. Let me sum up: For the first time in my life I am neither unemployed nor about to become so nor underemployed nor, well, a student, and the holidays are coming up. This year I have NO EXCUSE. So I have to buy stuff for people.
Compounding the problem, I also WANT to buy stuff for people.
And making the problem still more direct, I have a job wherein my income is more than half in cash.
For the last two weeks, I've just been stuffing my tips into a paper cup on my desk, because I have not had time to count and sort them. It's been a shitty two weeks, but two weeks nonetheless, and so when I dumped it out today, I had an assload of cash.
In fact, I had $426.85 in cash.

And now begins the pain. Feeling flush and cheerful, I stuffed the money into my wallet, which barely fastened, and put it into my pants pocket, nearly causing my pants to fall down. "Tee-hee," I thought, but soberly reminded myself: this means I must use the cash, and must not use the card. My impulse in the past has always been to whip out the card when the total is over about $40, but I know that would be dumb. Why go to the effort of depositing cash only to have to get it out and transfer it to an account to pay the card balance? Forget it.

What is left in my wallet now that I am returned from my errands?
$5.
In ones.
( where did the money go? )

And that, my friends, is how you can blow two weeks and then some worth of tips in one afternoon.

And now, I need a drink.
How convenient.