Rub my feet please?

Ughhhh. Last night was soooo tiring. When I first got there, Kate decided to tell me that since the Kum & Go people are forcing us to cut hours, she can't do everything in the kitchen anymore, so I have to do some more work. I'm totally ok with that, except for one thing. Like she said that she was telling me to do it because everyone knew it would get done if I was told to do it. Ok, this should make me feel good about myself, and it does, but I work the two busiest overnights in the week. And I mean, sometimes it's tough to get my regular work done. And they aren't telling the other overnight person to do it even though they should have enough time to do it. Hmf. It kind of annoys me. But whatever, I'll get it done because I'm desperate for the money. But I've realized something, I really don't care about it. Even though it does help me socialize, and I make money, if I didn't have to, I would not be working. But I do have to, so this is pointless. But onto the rest of the night, I go into the men's bathroom to clean it, to find that some one put loads of paper in the toilet and then shit on top of it. Way to fucking go asshole. It pissed me off so much. Not only that it was like that, but that no one told me about it. Ugh. It was so disgusting. Thank God for gloves.

But the rest of the night wasn't much better. It was so steady, like people just kept on coming in. I was ready to shut the doors. I was trying to get all my work done but it felt impossible. And what is really difficult is the card machine, because it only reads about a third of the cards people have, and then it makes me do the whole process like three times for it to work. It pisses me off, because the Kum & Go was able to buy new shitty coffee pots (that we have to refill every three hours, regardless of how much coffee we are throwing out), but they can't fix these machines. Ridiculous. But there were some good parts. One of the good parts was that I realized I'm not totally insane for not liking the other types of come-ons that I get. This one guy who was kinda nice started asking me if I had a boyfriend. I was thinking "Oh fuck no. Not this again." And I said no, and he asked why. And I said, "Well, I guess I just don't want one." This seems to be the magic answer. Because then he said something really nice, and I just wanted to hug him and thank him for not being a tool. He said something like that when I do want a boyfriend, that he knows that plenty of guys would like to date me because I'm a beautiful girl. Aw! It's not really true, because God knows that the day I start to want a boyfriend, no one will be interested, but it made me feel good. I mean he was high and drunk, so I can't put much stock in it, but it was still nice. And it made me realize that I don't have a problem with people hitting on me, I have a problem with the way those other guys do it. So that was an upside. And then there were some very funny drunk people. This girl I know from art classes came in and she was very drunk, and she had the hiccups. And her friend has this sort of yippy laughter. So every time she would hiccup, her friend would start with this laughter and the third friend would go crazy laughing at both of them. It was very funny.

But yea, that was pretty much my night. I got barely any homework done, which blows, but I'm gonna work on it now. I just want to lay in bed and let go of all my cares. Hmf. I am so ready for spring.