This one’s going to be short and sweet.
Short because it is 1.30am in the morning, and I’ve only just arrived home from my first 14 hour shift at the Sevens. (I do Corporate Box Hosting at the stadium sometimes for a bit of extra cash.)
It is also short because I’m busy scarfing down Chicken Parmigiano that Thursday’s Shannon thought I might want to have in the fridge ‘just in case.’ Dear Thursday’s Shannon: I love you. A lot.
And? My feet hurt. Also my knees. And my back. And my shoulders.
The good news is that in 8 hours I get to get up and do it all again. Wo!
Now, for the sweet: That wee shift just earned me a good chunk of money off my overdraft!
Also? They feed us box monkeys the same (AWESOME) food as the corporate box owners. It is delicious.
And? I got a $100 tip. For pouring drinks, and making people happy. Yeah. I love working for rich people. That tip meant I could get a taxi home, and leave the driver a decent tip too, because I know a few taxi drivers, and I try to spread the good karma when I can.
Alright. Sleep. I have the funny feeling I’m about to face-plant into my keyboard.