Evening.

They let me off of work early. Early is always good at the time. Not so much when you get your pay check and it isn't what it would normally be.

I think my manager had grown tired of my attitude because I was definately all attitude tonight. I have grown tired of everyone's bull shit. I have grown tired of doing the jobs that no one else will. I do not get paid enough for this. There is no way that I get paid enough to do my job and the bus boy's job. Fuck. Half the time I am doing the servers' job too.

I don't get paid enough, and I damn sure don't get any tips for it.

I kept thinking of you. That kept me sane. It was definately a good way to do so.

Oh. I didn't mention. "Elvis" stopped by. Not all that grand really.

When I got off and went to my car, I pulled my phone out. There was a message from you. That made my day so much better.