I finally get back home from work after leaving around 10:30 this morning. I get home at 11:30pm. 13 hours of work total, and around $200 to show for it. So that’s, what, actually only $15/hour. Which is really not that great compared to what I have gotten in the past. It didn’t help that Anwar needed me to stay and help set up for dinner between the lunch and dinner shift. Take down the bigger tables, set up many more smaller ones for all the couples that will come in later. But Valentine’s is an extremely busy day in the restaurant business, so since this type of day only comes around once in a great while I shouldn’t complain so much. There are many people in many worse, even terrible, jobs around the world who would love a chance to take home $200 in one day, even if it is a 13 hour day. Hell, I bet there are many objects in my apartment that were manufactured by people working those types of hours in terrible conditions for slave wages. Pennies a day. I’ve got it good and I should remind myself of that.
I can’t believe last semester I was worried about getting assignments done, lesson plans prepared, and projects finished. Now my worries are which table needs more bread, which wants the lentil soup, and why table 13 only tipped me 10% despite having received great service. I can’t wait to get back to school. But for now I’ll listen to my incredibly compressed, totally predictable, but easy to digest progressive trance channel. Down some beer, turn off my brain, and relax. Then go to bed, get up, and do it all again tomorrow. Work. Sleep. Repeat