have i mentioned i hate my job?

i got into an argument with one of the waitresses i actually like tonight because i was making a dessert when another girl was already there making desserts and complaining because i wasn't helping set up for the 40 people that were waiting outside for tables that needed to be cleaned and she got angry that i didn't help and i lost it because i was helping, i reset a whole table and half of the next one until i ran out of forks and cat_bitch came over with new forks for finish setting up, so i went back to the desserts because half the people on the tables they were going to had their desserts and the rest of the diners were waiting and i over estimated how long they'd been waiting a little bit and she came over to show me their dockets and how long they had been in the restaurant for and thus they could have waited and i said "yes, and in the time it took you to find that docket and prove your stupid point you could have been getting drinks off your tables, meanwhile, i've looked after mine and i can help without distractions now". yeah, that told her. what a fucking idiot. i raise my voice far too much considering how much i'm getting paid. and then she had the nerve to tell me to knock off at 10 when i only started at 6.30, so i told her i started last and that wasn't fair, send someone else home, and because she's all chummy with the others she didnt. oh well, fuck, at least they got their just desserts when the had to clean up the chuck in the mens toilets resulting in them chucking themselves. bitches.
i ended up signing off at 11.15, which gives me a total of 4 hours and 45 minutes worth of pay this week. yep, i asked for 3 shifts and i got 1. no wonder i have less than $100 in my bank account for the first time in about 7 months. we got quite a few tips though, which was good. $5. that's nothing for the boy at his work. one public holiday eve he got $75. that's more than i will make in wages this week, and he made it in tips alone. i want to work where he works, but he'd never let me. i really need a new job.
when i got home i walked in to find my dad and his younger brother watching an old sean connery james bond movie. then they started talking about tv shows they watch and my uncle said he's been watching doctor who and we had a little chat about how good the new series is. dad said he thinks it's funny that i watch it and i told him that the new doctor is a babe. the male parental unit then asked his sibling if he watched it because the new doctor is a babe and he answered "no i watch because his companion is a bit of alright". so i went onto the boys facebook where i send him hot pictures of karen gillan and showed him some baben' pictures of the companion. she is very hot. and i am the coolest niece ever. and the best girlfriend. the boy loves me sending him pictures of the doctors fine companion.
i think she is so fine that i have dyed my hair red again. a bit more orange than it used to be, i used to dye it quite a dark red, but karen gillan's is natural and that's the effect i wanted. it's still a little light because my hair being blond and all is very light. im not quite used to it so im not sure if my rash decision to go rang again was a good one, but i'll get used to it. and the boy won't mind at all.
i am currently loading an e-book called "reading chuck palahniuk: american monsters and literary mayhem". i love chuck palahniuk. he's pretty much my favourite author. i mean i love the great gatsby, it's probably my faveourite novel, but other f. scott fitzgerald books i've read have not enthused me too much. i'm thinking that the tattoo i get will be the last line of the great gatsby around my wrist like a bracelet. i've had that in my mind for a while so i think i will get it. a little while ago i thought i might get the lyric from the beatles song tomorrow never knows which goes "turn off your mind relax and float downstream, this is not dying" because it's existential [which is the philosophy of life i like to think i follow] and it's quite beautiful. this is living, not dying [although it is, if chuck has taught us anything it is that on a long enough time line the survival rate for everyone drops to zero] so we should make the most of it. but if you look at the quote at the side of my blog there, you'll see that i really love the gatsby quote.
i'm going to go learn me a bit about reading chuck palahniuk now.