feels like the first time...
So...I am inspired today. I suck at keeping a hand-written journal...I really don't like hand cramping...it makes me whine. Yet I have always been in love with the idea of a journal...it's so romantic. Cut to a shot of about 10 journals that I bought, wrote a few entries in, and then got sick of/forgot about. I have no follow-through. Hopefully this will be a different story.
I have been reading Shaina's journal for a while now...because I am a HUGE loser and have too much time on my hands and I really love to hear initmate details about EVERYONE'S lives. If it isn't my business, I want to know about it. So maybe someone will start reading my thoughts daily because they have nothing better to do...who knows? Stranger things have happened.
I'm now going to use this space to rant. Here goes:
I'm a server at a restaurant. I'm awesome at my job. I hate trash. I make $2.65 an hour. That's TWO DOLLARS AND SIXTY-FIVE CENTS AN HOUR. So it goes without saying that my paycheck is basically bullshit. The only real money I make comes from tips. This is where the trash comes in. I don't care who you are...if you tip a server under 10% for good service, YOU ARE TRASH. I'm sick of hearing "They don't know any better." or "They really don't know that 10% is a bad tip." That is fucking BULLSHIT. It's not my fault that God made them that stupid...fucking ignorami. When I have to sit there and watch some asshole woman count out fucking CHANGE to tip me 9%, I want to FREAK OUT. I want to chase her ass into the parking lot pelting her with nickles, dimes and quarters, screaming, "Keep your fucking change! You obviously need it more than me you dickhead!" Good LORD. Oh yeah...another one that I like a lot are the folks who think it's really cool to tip one dollar for each person in their party...4 people, 4 dollars...regardless of their total bill. FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC. If I have to suffer some losebag's shit with a smile for an hour, then I want a decent tip...I mean, they don't all have to be 20%, but 15% is GLADLY accepted. Please...all who read this...tell a friend...I don't want to have to go crazy and kill everyone with my seething anger. So there you go. I'm done...for now.