waitressing.

I got stiffed tonight. And then I got $4 on a $60. Not cool. This second job is supposed to supplement my income, not make me bitter. I like working at the restaurant. I have a good time, I love my regular customers, I eat great food, and I see my girls. Even if it's not busy I usually leave happy.

However. There is a fundamental difference between me not making money because it's slow and not making money because PEOPLE ARE DOUCHE BAGS. If I do wait on you, I kind of expect to get a tip. I know, it's silly that I think by waiting on you hand and foot that I would want some compensation, but this is what you have to understand: I do NOT get a paycheck. I am paid $2 an hour and all of that goes to taxes. If you don't tip me, I am working for free. Is that YOUR idea of a good time? Cause honestly? I'm not having too much fun with it. I know, really, it's ridiculous that my idea of fun isn't serving food to people. But that must just be me.


Tip your waitress. In cash (cause I have to pay to use the credit card machine). (Yes, I know that's ridiculous.)


(Also, this has been a painful entry. It is so humiliating to admit that $15 is enough to get irritated over. Yay MA in English.)