Sunday, September 25, 2005

Staffies = Idiot.

woah. *drunken post* I started working at midday, the racecourse, and wow the princesses were out and about, flirtatous and curious about the reindeer horn bottle opener. not that it brought more than $7 in tips. and then after 5.5hr of gruelling beer-pouring, I race back home to change my white shirt and tie for a black shirt, and off to the horden for Bugg'n, a steady flow of work from 6:30-12:15. I need some moisturiser for my hands. but the thing is, at 12:15, the staff were still sitting around, drinking the drinks we had opened but couldn't sell due to restrictions, so I pour back ten or so, which included significant amounts of red bull, hence the post and the email survey (if you're lucky and on cathy's list).

people were out the past two nights, and I needed the money, hence the work. it's gonna be even nastier next week - it starts at the race course, continues all night at sleazeball (tips are going to be un-fucking-believable, buzz for details), and then on sunday I'll be at the call centre again. If I don't make a move the tuesday after, somebody owes me a slapping.

I might be down the coast this wednesday - i've got the time, the money, the inclination. so far. those essays might become more imposing by then... we'll see. for now, it's 3AM and I Must Be Lonely Uh. posted by Keegan at 2:44 am

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