I was ranting briefly about something at work last night, and the bartender laughed and told me I should write a book about restaurant life. For a long, long moment I thought about telling her about this blog--she's a friend, not just a coworker. But she's also friends with a lot of the people I talk about, and in the end I couldn't risk it. Hiding gets tiring sometimes; like when a fellow blogger writes something I like to share, but I'm afraid they'll follow links and end up here. Almost anyone I work with would recognize me instantly, after all.
The last couple of shifts have been quiet and decent. Scored a quick $50 on Monday (three hour shift), $70 last night on a dead still close, followed by a nightcap with Anna and Bitter Divorced Man (!). It was nearly two when I got home, but it was a nice end to the evening.