The last few weeks at the Greekery have been less than anything I've ever seen. I went on vacation, but before that, it was literally days where I was paying to work for 6 or more hours. So I came home and started to job hunt, while still working there.

Tomorrow I may turn into the Fondue girl, as I have an interview at a well known fondue place.

Until then, 12 on a full days work, or 45 on a double are not good, I don't care what era you come from, Lady and Gentleman!

I'm still alive!

November is so busy for boyfriend and myself. Plus the crappy tips and slow business has made it even harder. Last weekend was my birthday and we went and had someone wait on US for a while, then this weekend is our anniversary (Yay Chicago!) and then NEXT weekend is his 21st birthday. So this is a very busy time.

I haven't forgotten you!

This week is over.

I'm already four shots of Bacardi Gold into my weekend.

Today was just as bad as the rest of the week. I got a 3 on 70, (damned foriengers) and a 3 on a 52, (damned rednecks!) and a 3 on a 60 (see first.) Plus I got a 1 and change on 24. Damned high schoolers.

It's the weekend now, and next week WILL be better.

Stories later. Now, another shot.

Please, tell me, is it just us, or is this week really really dead? I made a whopping 10 dollars and 50 cents yesterday for 7 hours of work; and today barely made 55 on a double. This sucks major monkey balls!

More later, I open again tomorrow.

Also...

Lady told me today that I'm getting really good with my pitas and getting them done the way she likes them.

It's nice to hear some kind words!

-B.P.

Weird week...

I worked a double on Thursday, which is the normal for me.

Wednesday and Friday sucked ball sack of a herpes infected billy goat. Thursday was bad up until about 7 P.M., just about the time I count my money and start to roll my eyes. BOOM! Cain comes to visit Lady and Gentleman, and suddenly the place is packed. I have a six top over here, two three tops, three four tops, a handful of two tops, a couple of singles in the bar drinking their weight in Ouzo, and I'm going full speed ahead.

The rush died down and I managed to close up. Gentleman cashed me out at 8:40 and asked how I did. I -had- to recount my money twice. Then again. Just to make sure that I had really made over a hundred dollars.

By far, the -best- day ever at Greekery, here's to so many more of 'em.

P.S. I did pull my rent out of my ass this day.

Why does he do this?

Gentleman, it's 6:30, and the other two girls and I have been sitting around for an hour and a half yapping in the bar about everything under the sun with Lady, and they are all smoking.

PLEASE let me go home!