I just got back from babysitting someone's five chilluns tonight...and I made twice what I made from working seven hours at the restaurant today - AND this asshole stole my tip today.
I fucking hate that job.
With a FIERY PASSION.
I'm going to bed. ArtWalk with Bryan tomorrow afternoon, then slave labor from 5p-2a.
NOT looking forward to this. This week has been a complete suckfest. It seems the more I work, the busier it is, the harder I bust my ass, the LESS I bring home.
God, PLEASE make this be more temporary than I had first hoped...