my roommate is bitching to her mum about that fact that her manager is pissed that she called in sick today. she is sick, but she is also going home.
now, i am definitely one for not getting fucked over by bosses, and this girl has gotten royally fucked every which way...except, you know, literally. she's been a hostess for months now, while 2 months ago she was promised a server position. she quit her other job as a server because of that promise. she is still a hostess, as i have already mentioned.
so now she's saying how she doesn't know WHY her manager is mad, but perhaps it is because it's a curs-ed holiday in which people like to stare googly-eyed across a table in a restaurant. and alas, there is no one to seat these silly people because there was no one to cover her shift. perhaps the manager isn't mad at michelle specifically, because she did try to make arrangements last night but could only get half her shift covered, but is frustrated with the situation.
michelle is now saying that she doesn't care if she's fired, because she's not showing up tomorrow either, hostessing sucks anyway, she'll find a new job. i'm trying to be supportive, because she's very pretty and very outgoing and very marketable as a fucking waitress, but in this job market, i would hold on to any job i had.
s'just me.
umm. i think the boy and i are heading out to barca (with a little french thingy under the c, so it's barsa) tonight, because that was the first bar we went to. yay for us.
i looooove payday. even though i only really have $100 of my $700+ paycheck left to spend. please, god, let my raise in march be up to $10.50. because if it's not, DEATH WILL PREVAIL AAHAHAHAHAHA.
i'm insane.