05.29.08
YOU CAN GO YOUR OWN WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
"We'll be out of business in two months."
"Huh?" I turned around from the hostess stand where I'd been doodling to see Oscar, ominously standing behind me, slowly shaking his cueball head.
"Too slow nowadays, this goes on any longer and we'll be out of business." he reiterated.
I looked around the restaraunt. It seemed decently populated to me but considering I get flustered if there are more than three tables worth of people in the entire place, my judgement isn't anything to take seriously...ever. I turned back to him and shrugged.
"Nope nope nope" he absentmindedly said as he made his way back to the bar.
Oh OTB, it's such a bittersweet thing. On the one hand the people there are all pretty amusing in one way or another, lunch shifts are a blip on the radar, and my actual job isn't too difficult as long as it doesn't get too busy. On the other hand though, I need money. I need lots of it. The scheduling for OTB is too lax. This basically means I've got to go find another job that I can work afternoons/nights at while hopefully keeping the lunch shifts at OTB. I can't outright quit the job, the chances of me actually tolerating, much less liking a replacement are microscopic.
Plus if I worked somewhere else, it would not have Nikolai, the skinny Russian kid who plays chess in DC on Sundays, and who asked me for a hug in Spanish the other day. SQUEE!
ratherbored at 20:59