-o0o- Saturday, November 11th I HAD THE LATE shift, and it was one of those days when it would’ve been a lot fucking easier if I could've just stayed in bed. In all honesty, quite a few of the days since I got back a month earlier had felt that way, but today every customer added to the feeling by being an ass, and no one tipped a single damn cent. At least that’s how it felt. No matter how much they tipped, it didn’t cover the fact that they pinched my ass. I had a bruise the size of a golf ball on my butt cheek. Only positive thing was that it was my turn to choose music for the cleaning that night, and I needed anger and something totally non-romantic. So Rage Against the Machine seemed like a good choice. I quickly realized that it was hard to sing along to but very good to speed up the cleaning. The past month had been horrid, and things weren't looking up. In fact, nothing had. But that night I didn’t cry myself to sleep.
