Freakin' a.... Work last night was a bitch. First off Janie, the supervision terror, decided to pay a visit, and got incredibly pissed off that I was waiting on half of a near-empty section because I hadn't completed my eight days of training. (We had squeezed eight days into seven, because it was easy.) So Nick offers to put me in section 1. "No, then you can't watch her to be sure she doesn't mess up!" So she puts me in section five. All of section five. All of the section-five, by-the-bar, busiest-damn-section five. I swear, it was filled so much. I was running around for hours. Then a table gets pissed off, doesn't mention anything about it or try to flag me down to fix it, and insults me behind my back to another server. Bitches. I pictured them wrapped around a telephone pole. But no blood. Okay, maybe a little. Them and their screaming, spaghetti-throwing children. But it's all good. Tips were very satistfactory. *Grins* I'm heading out right after this, lol.

Aww crap. Our weather alarm's going off. I better get a-running.

Retail therapy.... I love it. ;D