And my boyfriend is asleep in the other room.
And I’m just starting to unwind from work tonight.
It’s been a pretty much sucky ass night.
It took an hour and 40 minutes to get home from work tonight. And yet the MTA says I’m not paying enough for my fucked up subway rides. When all is good, it should take no more than an hour and that’s if I walk down the stairs just in time to see the train pull out of the station. Most nights it’s about 35 or so minutes to get home. If you do the math that’s not exactly an hour and 40 minutes. In fact that’s about 65 minutes more than normal.
Especially foreign people.
Especially Canadian foreign people.
I got stiffed on over 400 dollars in sales tonight. That’s completely stiffed. At least another 600 dollars or so left me 10% or less. I walked with barely 10% tonight. For any waiter that sucks. For me that REALLY sucks. And please don’t tell me you’ll tip me extra “good” if I take your picture. I’ll take the picture but I’ll probably never come back to the table because the minute you mention the tip means nada for me. Of course I really think you thought you were hooking me up with the 9 bucks you left on your 111.00 dollar tab. AAAAHHHHH!!!
I think perhaps I am losing my edge at work. It doesn’t seem to come as easy as it did before. I have to work harder at it. I hate being there. I have enormous anxiety about starting my shift. It used to ease once I started work, but now it lingers, tonight for almost two hours. I’m also not making as much money and I can’t tell if it’s because of the economy, my service, my attitude, etc. It’s probably some of all of it. Perhaps I should start thinking about a new career choice.
I have a design interview tomorrow. It’s for a summer festival show but it’s at a very prestigious theater company here in the city. A friend of mine is the playwright of the show I’d be designing. I read the script tonight on my 100 minute train ride. It’s amazing. It would be the most excited I’d been about doing a show in a long time. The interviews at 6:00 tomorrow night. I’ll of course fill you in tomorrow night. Wish me luck.