Running Commentary

When they’re hotter than you July 09 2005

I’ve spent the last while working like a maniac, during the day at a bank and in the evenings and weekends at a bar. It was going wonderfully for me untill 2 nights ago.

See, the bar I work at is full of drunk yucky old men, who tip very when a little 25 year old chick is bringing them drinks all night.

Everyone I worked with was much older than me, all married with grandchildren infact. I was the only waitress, so I’d run around all night with my little tray and serve these old men drinks and make a ton tips! YAY!

2 nights a go I went into work and introduced to this Christina chick and was asked to teach her to balance a tray. It’s really not that difficult…but whatever.

I spent a suprising amount of time trying to teach this chick to use a tray…but to no avail! She can’t do it! I really don’t understand…but whatever what do I care. So now she walks around charging people prices for drinks that I think she must just choose at random…it seems at aside from lacking the ability to balance something on her hand, she also can’t do simple math…with her tray wedged between her hand and her stomche!

The problem came when she started making better tips than me! Infact my tips have decreased by 3/4 was I used to make! Why? Because she’s hotter than me. She’s tall with darkish skin…..grrrr. Apperently my 5 feet of extreme caucasion (I’m pretty sure that’s spelt wrong) doesn’t compare and it seems when you’re as hot as she is people tip you for spilling drinks on them and over charging them!

Stupid yucky boys!