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I hate to admit it, but I'm really starting to enjoy my shitty job. Tonight, my coworker and I danced and rapped while we loaded food onto trays. It was one of those ridiculous moments that makes you forget all about your deplorable working conditions. Although people were rather cheap early on, I averaged $5 per table ($2.50 per person) for my last 3 tables, which pulled my average for the night up to 17%. I could be doing a lot better if I were working at a classier establishment, but I would probably have to forego some of the rocknroll attitude.

Oh well.

Hmmmm... I know I'll start to hate it again someday. I should probably get my resume ready.