Phone rings. It's my manager, asking me to work Restaurant Week. "Just for a while. There's lots of reservations."
...I can't help it. I want the money. So I'm working tonight. Pushing back my date and skipping yoga cuz I'm a greedy bitch who likes to pay her rent.
What can I say? I like going home with the cash. Besides... I can always go to the gym in the morning instead. Still... I feel like I'm cheating myself and have somehow sold my soul. Any votes?
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As someone in a bit of a financial bind these days, I can't fault you for making that loot.
Do whatcha gotta.
Sometimes I think I care about my restaurant job more than my "real" job - i.e. skipping out of work 2 hours early so I can don some orange shorts and hula hoop.
Totally know what you mean. How can my desk job be more lenient than the restaurant job?? ...but it always is... : /
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