March 7, 2002
Work and Flirting
I spent all night trying to figure out inconspicuous ways of pushing my bra straps back up onto my shoulders.
Let's just say I was stretching my arms above my head a considerable amount.
But I fucking love my job. It was great tonight, running around in my brand spanking new girlie-as-opposed-to-matron pants, smiling and dancing to the fifties music that was playing. My voice becomes the high pitched timbre of a seven year old, and my usual bitchiness melts away into the chipper demeanor of Argosy Hostess Jill.
She is so way cooler than me.
Cool enough that a cute line server said hello and watched her walk by every time she did so. And said goodbye.
How I love boys.
I had almost forgotten.
I work all night tomorrow, from nine at night until seven in the morning. That should be an experience. Apparently I will encounter many drunks. But I am somewhat of a night owl, so hopefully I won't fall asleep at the station.
I wonder if cute line server boy will work tomorrow?
I'm pathetic. Really and truly.
But I'm fun. At least when I'm at work.
astera at 10:22 p.m.