Holy Crap! I'm freaking out a little about my job. I worked on Wed night from 6pm until 1am and made $32. This is not good because rent is due today and once again I am at that lovely space of hopehopehoping that my check is not cashed until the end of next week. please cross your fingers. anyway, when I started this job I was under the impression that this was a $100+/night gig. And it usually is according to the employees that have been around long enough to remember last year. But it has been not good so far for those of us employed there now and I would like that to change, for sure. This job was to help me catch up and get on top of my finances so that I could start the real estate thing asap and try out a career for a while, but that can't happen unless I get a job that can help me get on top. aaaggghhh. I feel a 4-hour conversation with Pam coming on.
(By the way Pam, I'm not ignoring you just sleeping or working--sorry to have the universe's longest game of phone tag going)
Tox thinks I should keep looking for another job. I think I would rather strap myself to the roof of the car and go for a 4-hour ride and then never drink coffee again--torture.
But it's Friday and so enjoy the happy hour drink o' the week...
The Pride Drink
this is basically a bay breeze, but veryvery yummy.
1 1/4oz raspberry vodka
1 1/4oz coconut rum
equal parts pineapple and cranberry juices
The pride people made a lot of $$$ on me for this one last weekend. :)
