To those of you who wished me a happy birthday or sent me a text message or whatever, thank you! But MisterSatan was the best.
I get to work and am informed I have the patio to myself. That'd be great except it's so damn windy no one wants to fucking sit out there. For the first hour and a half, I had one, yes ONE, table. I bitched to the GM so he let the opener go home. Then I finally got a few tables. The owner's pet tried getting him to send me home next or her (either she wanted to make all the money or just go home which is really shitty on her part). So fine, I say I'll stay. I have to work that night anyway so why not? I made $38. That's nothing. Gah.
Night shift was almost the same thing except I put my foot down and said we were going back to the old sections so we each had a chance at making something. A table ended up not tipping me. I think it's because a) he was a moron and b) felt he couldn't communicate with me. He ordered a large salad, I warned him it was huge. He said he still wanted it. I served it. He didn't complain, in fact he ate it all. He paid his bill. Then brought up the charge. Seriously people, look at your fucking bill before giving me the credit card. When I delete the charge you do temporarily get charged twice. Any who, as I tried explaining to him he said it was OK, then left nothing. Bastard. And what pissed me off more was he kept asking the bus girl for bread. Great, he wanted to practice his Spanish. He thought he was so clever when he ordered "jugo de manzana." Yeah asshat, I do speak Spanish. Bet you didn't see that coming.
I had a headache after all of that but ran home, changed and headed up to RS's so I could go to dinner with him. I almost passed out while driving there, which was really fucking scary. Disgusting factoid spoiled for the squeamish males out there
We went to our usual 24-hour place in Manhattan Beach. I had an apple cobbler. It was pretty good. THen we went back to his place. As we parked he asked where my car was and if I had my keys. I'm confused but answer. He then puts his key into the trunk of his car and tells me to open it. He got me a printer! One of the ones with a scanner. I was super excited because I'd mentioned it months ago that I wanted the one he got. He's such a good boy. That's why I want to be with him. Not because he buys me presents, but because he knows me so damn well. He always gets me the practical gifts I want, like the cordless electric drill with a lazar level (I'm sorta obsessive about levels).
Then we went inside and to bed. We had a bit of an awkward talk then went to sleep. Weird things happened all night. I have a nice big bruise on my right thigh from him pawing at me, in his sleep.
