Auto-Destruction

'Each person ends up killing the thing they love. Sometimes we get everything we want, handed to us on a golden platter, but we feel the need to destroy it. The heart does not always feel what the eye sees nor does the eye see what the heart feels. It is as if the soul seeks suffering. And because of that, we eventually end up destroying the object of our love.'

Daniel Karpinski

Waitressing

I'm now a cocktail waitress. I work until 3 am on saturday nights serving drinks to partying people who often under tip me. Sometimes, I have a great time doing it. I work with awesome people, I get to drink (not too much however, as I drive back home) and I get to socialize for a living. Some other times though, the loud music, the drunkness, the constant flirting and the general crowded room feeling gets to me. And I want out of there as fast as possible.

It gets me funny stories though. Like, how come guys don't realize I'm paid to smile at them. Doesn't mean I'm into them. It's all part of the game. So save yourself some energy and don't ask me for my number. I don't want to give it to you. Especially not under those circumstances.

The other night, a guy wearing sunglasses (in a club...bro, you ain't cool!) thought I was offering to buy him a drink when I asked him if he wanted something to drink. After a while, I just gave up as he was way too drunk to understand the concept that I was a waitress not a girl hitting on him.

Oh well, it pays the bills right? Plus it could be way worst!