i dont want to talk about it..

typical thursday, so i wont talk about it.

time to talk about something else for a change - Bartender's and Waitstaff.  i've seen them come and go.  some last, some dont.  i give them their due, night after night, making money hand over fist on those good nights, listening to the drunks and bar flies and weirdo's who think they actually have a sypathetic ear, and taking crap from management ( dont get me wrong.. thats managements job - "management's crap is the lubrication that gets shit done").   sure their feet hurt at the end of the night.  thats what epsom salts are for.   mine hurt too, but then again.. i dont care if mine hurt.   sure they can get involved with the drama at work, and in the bar, and at breakfast after work... wait.  can't get involved... promised i wouldn't.  damn.  oh well.

i tease them, joke with them, work with them, and try to make them a little money in the the process.  they do work for their money, just in a different way.  nice workin with y'all.