my relationship with food has been less than optimal for the past week or so. everytime i eat, my stomach is like, "PLEASE STOP!" and so i do, but then i feel like shit for hours.
my relationship with olive garden's customers is even worse. i made a shit ton of money tonight (more like my weekly average, about $120 before tip out), and still managed to get stiffed three times in an hour by people who left happy. I DON'T GET IT, PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME! good service = no tip? what the fucking fuck?!
however! i DO get to see tori in a month or so and i will continue to brag about this. the atlanta show sold out in less than three hours? that's nuts.
what i got: cadbury mini eggs for my daily chocolate intake, a diet coke, a headache, and foot pain. WHO WANTS TO RUB MY FEETS?
my relationship with olive garden's customers is even worse. i made a shit ton of money tonight (more like my weekly average, about $120 before tip out), and still managed to get stiffed three times in an hour by people who left happy. I DON'T GET IT, PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS TO ME! good service = no tip? what the fucking fuck?!
however! i DO get to see tori in a month or so and i will continue to brag about this. the atlanta show sold out in less than three hours? that's nuts.
what i got: cadbury mini eggs for my daily chocolate intake, a diet coke, a headache, and foot pain. WHO WANTS TO RUB MY FEETS?
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(Is that a weird compliment?)