A good day...

Well, it was one of those days that I actually had the energy and good humor to take on my job. I was happy to get sat left and right, knowing it would just mean more money for me. While other servers were running around like chickens with their heads cut off, I was moving at a consistent rate and didn't feel flustered. Everyone was tipping well, so that was good.

It would have been a perfect night had my very last table not been a terrible tipper. If you cant afford to go out and eat to your hearts content AND leave a good tip, just don't come out. Go to McDonalds, really. They spent $56 getting what they wanted, took forever to leave after I had been told I was cut (means you don't have to take anymore tables and can begin cleaning up to go) and left a mess by their two little hellions. *sighs* but because I had a good night for the majority, It really doesn't piss me off that much. Made good money, guess that's all that matters.