worked in the front house tonight, but it got so crazy busy that they had me take a few deliveries. i hate hostessing. it was so boring, even when it was busy. i really need to talk to the manager and have her take me off the schedule. but i’m going on a big trip in a little over a month, so part of me feels like i shouldn’t complain before then. but then part of me wants as many driving hours as possible, and if i dropped this hostessing shift sunday nights i might get a driving shift sundays instead. ugh, i don’t know.
i worked three and a half of the longest hours ever. i took four deliveries. i got reimbursed $6.00. i made $17.05 in tips.
this all equals $5.76 per delivery and $13.42 an hour (see, hostessing is dumb).
Booty comes back tomorrow, and I have the day off. I did pretty well not missing her until stupid valentines day yesterday. And then today I just wanted her to be back already. I hope things feel good between us tomorrow, for some reason I’m nervous about it a little. Part of me wonders if what we had is fading, the hot sex and love and perfect casualness of everything; what if it’s not like that anymore? I would be sad for it to end. I don’t want to be sad again. Stupid relationships. And girls. Hmph.