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I go to work at six pm. It's now five twenty-five, and work is twenty minutes away. I'm currently sitting at the computer in my bathrobe. Getting ready will be a rush, and I'll probably be late. And since I'm hosting tonight, I won't get any tips, and I need gas money. So it's either A) find money around house with an unheard of quickness, take shower, get dressed on the way and go make money, or B) finding someone to cover my shift, and do "A" tommorow before work, which I will have to do anyway.
Fuck it, I'll just go to work. Stupid responsibilities...stupid goddam restaurant in which no one seems to notice that our pasta sucks ass, and given that it's an Italian restaurant, we could all easily be labled as "tools"...stupid bathrobe, always coming untied when I go smoke outside... |
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