I don't have a lot of time to update, but here's a quick one.
I'm going to be Cleopatra for Halloween tomorrow night at work.
Annie, Nina, and I have BFF rings.
Saturday night is hookah with a bunch of girls from work and our boys.
I think I'm going to be late to my 12:30 class because it's 11:30 and I still haven't dried my hair or gotten dressed or anything.
Okay, gonna go get ready now.
I love this colder weather but crikey are my lips chapped.
Good thing my mark. lip gloss is supposed to get here today.
Two cute guys sat in my section tonight. When I was clearing their table after they left, I noticed that they left their receipt on the table with the word “hottie” written on it. Danielle thinks they left it there as a “hey, you’re hot” kind of thing, since they were flirting with me the whole time. I think it would’ve been more effective to write “thanks, hottie” or something along those lines. Or to write it on my credit card slip that I was guaranteed to find. So I’m not so sure it was directed at me. Either way… weird. Amusing, but weird.
I'm loving this weather. Sixteen days into October and it’s finally starting to feel like fall. I love Texas for the most part, but I can definitely do without 90° fall days.
Annie and I went shopping for a little bit today. I got some great brown boots that I may or may not keep, a shirt I still haven’t tried on, and six pairs of earrings (Claire’s was having a buy two get one free sale, and I have no restraint). I still need to get a shitload of warm clothes although I’m not sure yet exactly what I need. I need to get all my winter clothes out of storage and go through them.
Whoa midnight already? Shit. I need to go take a shower and go to bed.
Young couple having picnic under tree at the top of the hill. White SUV pulls up - young couple in matching white outfits with a pale yellow dog. Dog off leash - can’t catch the ball, even when it’s not moving. Disappear over hill as picnicking couple leaves. Middle-aged couple. Man on cell phone, woman being ignored. Up the hill to the water tower. Standing, talking. Arguing? Older man, business casual, pushing little boys on he swings. Joined by older woman - “Mimi, can you help me?” Middle-aged couple down hill. Woman on phone, then off. Not arguing, but also not affectionate. Yellow truck. Hispanic man out, into white SUV. Both leave, opposite directions. One of the boys swings alone while the others slide. Where is Mimi?
I only made $105 all day today. Wasn’t very busy though. Got cut at 7:20 because Nina and I were in the bar and we only had two or three tables each for most of the night. It’s about 20% of my sales though and I can’t complain about $350 in three shifts.
Exhausted.
But, my sunglasses are supposed to get here tomorrow. Yay.
I love the girls I work with.
Girls’ night in next weekend, can’t wait.
Today was good. Made $135 in tips and about $46 in wages (although before taxes and I don’t get that until the 20th). That brings me up to $245 home with me so far this weekend, and I’ve got another double tomorrow so there’s another $150-200. Gonna be tired as hell though.
My thoughts are being reduced to incomplete sentences. Bedtime.
By the first of next month, I may not be living at home anymore.
The Boy and I found a place we like, and it’s going to be available in two to three weeks. We haven’t seen the actual apartment yet because the previous occupant just moved out yesterday, but I’m going to call next Monday and set up a time to go check it out. I’m really excited about it but I don’t want to give away any details in case things work out the way I hope.
This week is crazy for me. On Wednesday I have my three classes until 12, a lab from 1-3, and an observatory lab from 7:30-9:30. Then I work Friday night, a split double on Saturday, and a double on Sunday. I’ll probably bank at least $300 over the weekend. It’ll be exhausting though. I’m nervous about my Saturday morning shift because generally you have to wait tables there for at least four months or so before you’re scheduled for one, and there’s a good reason for that. This past weekend, Avery said that at one point he had 13 tables at one time. To give those of you who haven’t worked in a restuarant before a frame of reference, the average section is six tables at a time. Am I ready for that? No. Not at all. But I’m covering somebody’s shift and there isn’t anyone else who can, so I’m going to try anyway. At least I know I’ll make a lot of money just from the sheer number of tables I’ll have.
