March 07, 2003 - 10:54 p.m.
I fet so tired today, all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. I didn't get my chance- today I had to work.
It wasn't too bad. Scott was less moody today, and we didn't fight at all. We talked a lot, actually. About System of a Down and Bruce Lee and how good Japanese food is. And we bitched about the new kid, who isn't that new anymore. He doesn't do shit, so we sit and bitch like all hell had broken lose.
"Po is sop fucking ugly," Scott says to me. Po is our name for the new kid, because he wants to be a member of the Police Force. "I bet he wouldn't get even the ugliest girl in the world to sleep with him. I mean, would you?"
"No."
"Would you even lay anyone?"
I think about this and reply, "Not anyone here."
"But in general, like in the whole world."
I pause about this too, "Well, not with anyone I've met. I mean, definately someday, but I just haven't even found a guy who can hold my attention. It's weird, but I find most people very boring."
He says, "Yeah, I hate most people too. But some are just too irresitable."
I ponder over this for a while. This conversation is a direct violation of our restaurant code: "Don't talk about you're personal life, or else you will be killed." And then, when I'm done with my pondering, I take a sip of Justin's beverage: six shots of Jack Daniels with Coke. It doesn't phase me, because I'm already as tired as I can be.
I come home with 17 dollars in tips, which isn't bad, considering how slow it was today. Total: $121.
