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shanmonster) wrote2006-10-17 12:33 am
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Tips and Edges
I give my notice in just a few more days. Hell, maybe I'll give my notice on Thursday instead of Friday. That's a whole eight hours less of working at the coffee shop. Wow....
After two weeks of the garbage gloves being stored away from the ice, they've once again gravitated back. They just can't stay away. This time, the ice scoop was actually touching them. Gross me right the fuck out.
That being said, today wasn't too bad. Well, except that up until 9 o'clock tonight, I only had 22 cents in tips. I finished the night with a whopping dollar twelve, and eight cents of that was pennies I picked off the floor.
Since starting this job, I've become a much better tipper.
Tomorrow, I'd like to finish organizing my dance studio space, so it will be ready and waiting for me to fill it with my dancing self. Once my job is over, my life begins anew. Goodbye doughnuts, hello gym, kwoon, and dance studio(s). That little bit of pudge which has re-emerged on my gut will shrink back down as my training time goes up. And I'll be sewing and designing and dancing and kicking and punching and drawing and writing and thinking and modelling and photographing more. Good. I've missed my buff and creative self....
I have another dance gig lined up. This one's not until February 17th in Stratford. I'm thinking of doing a sword dance. Maybe I'll resuscitate the sword routine I did in Moncton a couple of years back. That was a good one, and I think I can do it even better, this time around.
Or maybe I'll work out something with double daggers. Or maybe I'll do both (at the same time?!). Yikes.
I'm freaking myself out now. There are only so many blades I ought to dance with at once, don't you think?
After two weeks of the garbage gloves being stored away from the ice, they've once again gravitated back. They just can't stay away. This time, the ice scoop was actually touching them. Gross me right the fuck out.
That being said, today wasn't too bad. Well, except that up until 9 o'clock tonight, I only had 22 cents in tips. I finished the night with a whopping dollar twelve, and eight cents of that was pennies I picked off the floor.
Since starting this job, I've become a much better tipper.
Tomorrow, I'd like to finish organizing my dance studio space, so it will be ready and waiting for me to fill it with my dancing self. Once my job is over, my life begins anew. Goodbye doughnuts, hello gym, kwoon, and dance studio(s). That little bit of pudge which has re-emerged on my gut will shrink back down as my training time goes up. And I'll be sewing and designing and dancing and kicking and punching and drawing and writing and thinking and modelling and photographing more. Good. I've missed my buff and creative self....
I have another dance gig lined up. This one's not until February 17th in Stratford. I'm thinking of doing a sword dance. Maybe I'll resuscitate the sword routine I did in Moncton a couple of years back. That was a good one, and I think I can do it even better, this time around.
Or maybe I'll work out something with double daggers. Or maybe I'll do both (at the same time?!). Yikes.
I'm freaking myself out now. There are only so many blades I ought to dance with at once, don't you think?
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Then again, my daggers are very cheesy looking. The hilts are shaped like women with their tits hanging out. Hee!
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Tips
Re: Tips
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http://www.waiterrant.net/
He almost always ends the stories with how much the customer tips.
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