I was scheduled till 10. Really. 10.

So why exactly did I walk back in the house ten minutes before 2 am?

For one, the girl who was suppose to stay second to last was sick. That was fine- I knew she migth not be in today anyway. Though I thought someone was going to be there to work for her < < The really fun part though is that the little fucker who was suppose to be closing decided he didn't fucking feel like working the shift he posted availability for and knew he had to work since last week, and he walks the fuck out of the resturant ten minutes before we're completely flooded by teenagers fresh from some school dance. You know- party of 20, party of 13, party of 12, party of 12, party of 8, every other table in the goddamn resturant. With two hosts and five servers.

... Yeah. If I ever see that little son of a bitch again I'm hurting him something bad. Nine hours straight on my feet with no food outside three pieces of candy is not fun. Yeah, yeah, getting paid, I know. But I kinda like food too > >

Ya know what makes it better? Thinking about the fact that in a week I'll be at the con with my new little Lazengan toy and my men's pocky and whatever else I picks up and yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay. It will be amazing.