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Saturday, October 09, 2004

Work sucked today. Perkins kept me for nearly an hour longer than they were supposed to, and I just wanna strangle Michael.... That and I cut myself with a knife on accident. I was cutting fruit. And I had a really bitchy table, the kids were about as snotty as their parents.

Then I went to Buffalo Point. (I definitely like working there more... but if Perkins keeps pulling these stunts and keeping me from making it to BP on time, I might have to quit. They know I have a second job...) We weren't busy for about an hour, then we had this insane rush. We had nearly every table full, and Erika and I were behind about four or five tables in busing. We're hardly ever like that.

And I had some girl watching me nearly the entire time while I was working....

At least I got my free prime rib. ::drools:: I'm a sucker for that. That and lobster.

Gube and I were talking. We ended up talking about what happened between me and Rachael. We decided it was a lack of communication. He's being quite, I might have to poke him a bit harder.

I so do not want to work tomorrow morning. I want to stay home and play my new Game Cube game. True Crime, Streets of LA. It looks like a lot of fun. Karen says I'd make a great cop, but Dad and I say I'd lose my badge pretty quick. I'd shoot the suspects dead before they even made it to court. If I know for certain they're guilty, they're dead as soon as I pull that trigger.

Speaking of triggers.... I overheard some Homecomers talking about some asshole. They said he said "I hate gays, I'll kill 'em!" I didn't catch the name, but they better be glad I didn't. Hearing it gave me a sick feeling. I know it's here in Sidney, I've seen it. But to actually hear it..... it made me ill. Then angry, which quickly became furious.

Now I have to go to bed. I'm tired. Mom says I'm working to much, and if this keeps up, she'll make me quit Perkins. I don't want to.... but if I have to, I will. I'm surprised I managed to drive home this evening.

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