My First Job.
08/01/2004 11:25 p.m.
Work sucked last night. I mean, it could have been worse, but it sucked still. I had to clean the patio first, and in my first 5 minutes of cleaning up beer bottles and ashtrays and the like, this big scruffy dirty muscle guy walks by and goes "hey cutie" and when I look at his scarred up face he only has one eye. ONE EYE! it wasn't even patched it was just a slit and he had a grubby grin mith teeth missing. Honestly, he looked like a goon from pirates of the carribean. and that was just in the first five minutes. I did that, came back in and was non stop on tables until 1 in the morning. I thought they were gonna let me off at like 2:30 or at the latest 4, so I figured that wasn't bad at all. Well, 2:30 rolls around and I get hit on constantly, because of the bar rush. Some guy and his pal decline my offer for coffee, but looks me up and down and goes "but uh, what time do you get off?" and winks. He was like, 20. I just ignored him. I came around again and he goes "hey, what's you name?" and I ignore him again. Then I'm bussing a table beside his and he leans over and goes "So are you single?" I'm like "No." and walk to another table. He's like, "Oh, sorry for the trouble than." God. Then there was some persistant asian guy and his buddys, and when I offer THEM coffee, one goes "hey there sweetheart, this is my buddy tan."
Me: "Heres your coffee guys." Now Tan is either the thirstiest man on the planet or a man willing to sacrifice his bladder for a pretty girl, because every 5 seconds he's out of coffee. Or lemonade. Or iced tea. Calls me young lady and winks alot. Then there was this other guy, but he wasn't half as persistent.

Ont he good end, I met a guy name Joel who's friend with Andrea (the waitress on graveyard that night). He was a decent guy, didn't hit on me, but chatted to me very politely while I did tables. Total contrast to the others guys, and SUCH a relief. He's into writing short stories and poetry and what not. Gradded from dover in 2001. that makes him what, 21, 22? I wonder how old i look to these people. Either they don't care that I look 16, or I don't look 16. What ever. So they finally let me go home at about 4:30 am, at which point I went home and fell into a virtual coma in bed. 11-4:30 am shift.... on my second shift ever. God.... Is this the typical kind of summer job a 16 year old girl gets? Graveyard at the 24 hour restaurant? Whatever, I'll take what I can get until september I guess.

On the plus, I get paid next friday :D!
I am currently Tired