well, so, i had to work all damn day, but at least i'm not still there now - right? i really hate people. well, i'm a little torn about that. i like people in general - the idea of the human race, i mean. but, at the same time, i hate them. maybe that's because i have to wait on them and kiss their ass as a job. the only highlight of my shift is when i get to wait on a friend.
the other day at work was good. i had this table full of mexicans - real mexicans, i mean. they barely spoke a word of english and the sound of an "oh no, here we go, no tip" reverberated in my throat throughout the entire time they were there. i just knew i wasn't going to get a good tip. but, by the time the special moment came, the grandma of the group - or the matriarch if you will - motioned me to come over and gave me a huge hug. then she gave me twenty dollars and made out a "thank you". i almost cried. i was so ashamed of my thoughts. it was the best hug ever too. she was soft and pudgy and yes, she even smelt good too. i almost cried and i never cry unless i am watching a damn good movie or reading a damn good book.
the end of the night was the climax though. i was going to the computer to do my checkout when i bit it hard. my ass is still stinging. my boss was so afraid i would sue, that he told me i didn't have to come to work tomorrow. yes, i love my life. well, tonight i love my life.