Shitcanned? Don't mind if I do

I was just thisclose to losing my job at the Lobster Sunday.

There was one problem right after the other and then, the horror, I used a small tray instead of a large tray to carry food to one of my tables. It was a freaking basket of biscuits. That's it.

The managers have been on this little tirade lately about stupid stuff and that, unfortunately, is one of the big pet peeves. I wish I actually had time to worry about such things. Too bad I'm busy trying to get food out to people who are totally ungrateful and can't stop stuffing their faces for 5 freaking seconds to answer a simple damn question.

God I need to quit that job. But not until after November.

Not until right before I leave for the green hills, the afternoon rains and pints of Guiness.

It's my new mantra...November...November...November...

Hey a single girl's got to look forward to something, right?