Day 87.

You are currently looking at, err reading about, the new servers assistant ("sa" as they call it) of the Tin Top restaurant. I will be making a whopping $6.50 an hour plus a tip out of what ever the servers give me. I will be lifting heavy objects that I probably won't be strong enough to pick up, but I'm going to do it anyway. Mind over matter, baby. I'm a little shocked she, Vickie, was so chill about hiring me. What, you have a second job? No problem. What, you're going to be gone all next week? No problem, you'll fit into our schedule just fine. Thank you for opening the doors you want me to go through and closing the doors you don't want me to go through. Anywho, I start tomorrow night at 5:30 and have to purchase kitchen shoes, khaki shorts, and a plain black polo shirt between now and then. Ya for spending money...Walmart here I come. After a lot of wasted time, effort, and energy and two mistakes I finally got the big contract signed and off to the right people. Hopefully everything on the other end will go fine and I will have earned this company a large commission. It was weird trying to act like an adult with someone who's child was in my grade at high school. i didn't know his kid...his dad called him a wall flower. Supposedly the term isn't a good thing, but the words sound pretty to me probably because I life flowers in general. On the upside of life, I am getting everything with my car in order and will hopefully no longer breaking motor vehicle laws soon.