Today was the last straw: my CD disc drive broke, nixing my capabilities for making mixed CDs for Christmas. I'm now officially in the market for a new computer.
I've been steadily paying down bills for a long time now, and have gotten into a nice habit of coming home from waiting tables, and putting the exact amount I've made on one of my credit card bills, or one of my other debts (grad school debt right now is hitting me hard). And I've been putting parts of my salary away for the summer and not touching it, so hopefully this next summer will be a lot more pleasant. Now I think I'm going to start putting some away not only for the summer, but also for a computer. I made $310 this weekend waiting tables (two shifts, not bad), so I'm pretty much 30% of the way there now.
I love working Sunday nights - such nice people, and generally pretty laid back. Unfortunately, the most memorable table of the weekend was a complete asshole who tiped me $11.25 on $138.75, but tonight a few couples came close to making me forget about that one guy. A couple of British guys came in and told me they'd been coming to the restaurant for ten years, and they were so nice to talk to. "Tell me," one said in his thick accent. "Does Jennifer Love Hewitt still work here?" And my eyes flickered for a second, and I realized they were talking about my old friend Jenny, who does have a passing resemblence to Ms. Hewitt (I can't believe I'd never picked up on it before). Sadly, she's no longer there (but, happily, she now has a real job), though. I'm the veteran of the place now. I wonder if I'll ever quit. I'm addicted to waiting tables, I think.
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