I work every Saturday night. Lately, as I've asked to decrease my shifts at my second job, I've been working only Saturday nights at the restaurant. It's been like this for at least five weeks now. I love it - last week, I worked just one week, and I made over $200 before tip-out at the restaurant. I was so certain that I was working tonight at 5pm that I didn't even bother to call. But I did, at around 3pm, just to confirm.
Nope, I don't work. I actually work tomorrow, instead, for the dreaded brunch shift. That gives me my first Saturday night off in ages.
Part of me wants to stay in, continuing the progress I've made in organizing my things at home and grading papers. The other half of me, though, really wants to go eat some shrimp and drink some beer. Damn BaltimoreMick and his blogging about Captain Larry's!
I haven't decided yet what to do. Maybe I'll just wait and see if any of my friends call. It'll be fine if they don't, because tomorrow is a big social night with the Annual Oscars Costume and Make Your Own Pizza Party.
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