This restaurant gig is not working out so well...
I have been making shit like 30 bux a night. People tip ok but i keep getting like two-top tables and I have only been getting like 4 tables a night. They have like 9 servers on during the week which is just idiotic. I'm going to have no find something else part time maybe just during the day or something. To top it all off I haven't got my child-support money for two weeks which I desperately need. I have to call them tomorrow and find out what's up. I might end up having to dance a few days for a bit to pull myself out of this hole. I am not real keen on it but I don't know what else to do. I need cash now. I sort of thought this degree of mine would get me somewhere but so far...not so much. My romantic situation is pretty much in the toilet as well. There is a Shakespeare sonnet that I am reminded of every time I am really miserable....
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever now;
Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune make me bow,
and do not drop in for an after-loss
Ah do not when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe,
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
"sonnets, William Shakespeare"
The man really knew how to say things sometimes........sigh
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever now;
Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune make me bow,
and do not drop in for an after-loss
Ah do not when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow
Come in the rearward of a conquered woe,
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
Compared with loss of thee will not seem so.
"sonnets, William Shakespeare"
The man really knew how to say things sometimes........sigh
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Good luck with the financials.