In Lieu of Sleep

Seriously. i go like, a month without a word, and suddenly, BANG, i cant stop writing. The boredom is getting to me.

I think I am going to get a second(third) job. This means that I will have one day off a week, but at least I will have some fucking job security....as my boss just quit. No, this does not mean that I can be fired outright by the person that is coming in to replace him, but it does mena that my apprenticeship may come to a schreeching halt and the tips may not be pooled, thusly meaning that it is NOT WORTH MY FUCKING TIME to contiune to work there. I like it there, the location is great, the people are wonderful, but really what it boils down to is money. Two days a week is great (waiting tables is a serious pain) but without the pool, Im not making the promised fabulous amount of money. Sometimes, yes, I make more. most of the time, I do not. I shouldnt complain. I have a job. I have money in my bank account, that should be enough for me.

but I know that I would like this job that is basically being held for me. All I have to do is say 'yes' and its mine. Three days a week. Working alone, mostly. but for a team of people i like a lot. it would blend well with the two/three days I work for the restaurant. they are willing to work with me about the time off i need for the weddings that are quickly approaching.

and i am feeling like such a piece of shit lately after my last little....'chat' with my mom that i think being streched that thin will help. keeping busy. One day off a week. lots of money in my bank account. I can save for school (thanks, mom, really.) and for the trip T and I want to take next year. for a new car. our impending (but not OFFICIAL, haha) life together. This is a job that will look good on a professional resume, but doesnt require me to sell my soul like the last one I applied for. My father thinks its a bad idea, that I should hang on and wait at the restaurant and see if I can get better hours there, as it has the potential to pay a lot more....but I think that sitting in the comfort of an airconditioned Subaru, sipping coffee and listening to the Deftones, periodically stopping for a pick up and being done with my work day in as little as 5 hours sounds a little better than running up and down stairs carrying thirty pound trays over my head, smiling at people I want to throttle, who say "Mer-LOT" when ordering wine, commenting on their 'adoreable' children while they spit sugar all over the table and hurl ketchup covered fries at me, screaming into the kitchen and being screamed at in return....

Mind, I am not quitting my job, so its not like I will NOT be doing those things. But instead of JUST doing them, I would do them for two days, bake the third, then work the potential new job for the next three. it gives me the potential to make....more in a week than i make in a month. Or just about the same. Tips providing.

Well, that settles that.