bon voyage yet again thank god
what a stressful two weeks. i never want to be my parents. and i mean that on so many levels. i'm about to leave for the city, for work, for my last night at the club for two weeks. i leave straight from there for newark airport for seattle and maybe canada next weekend. things are so up in the air, but at least one thing is certain: tonight is my last night at the club for two weeks!

oh so last night, before we even opened, while we were still setting up, the hooch who had her purse stolen and her two idiotic sidekicks came by. she wanted to see our business permit because she wanted to sue us. this wouldn't have happened if you had just paid us that night, you know. well whatever bitch you wanted $3000 and i wasn't going to give it to you, even if i did have it! see you in court. oh so cute. see you in hell cunt.

i am so irate, still, over this. ok, i'm supressing every urge to say condescending things about koreans. actually, i know this has nothing to do with being korean, it's just that this girl is a hooch who thinks she's so smart and cool whereas actually that night i was running circles around her. there was nothing i could do, she wouldn't flat out say she wanted the money, and then she called the cops. uhh, okay whatever.

but there is one thing about koreans. there are like some serious rituals/protocols/traditions when it comes to drinking. you don't pour your own drink, for one. and last night i found out that as a woman i have to hold my glass with two hands when i'm clinking. part of me subconsciously knew this, but it was almost six am, and i was being put on the spot as one of the waiters was introducing me to this guy who, every time he comes in, drops nearly a grand, if not more. i know i've seen him drop a few grand. and i was put on the spot because i didn't want to let the waiter have any more beer so he, the waiter, planted the customer at the counter right in front of me. how the hell was i supposed to pull rank when this guy, who is nearly singlehandedly keeping us in business, sitting right there. man, i felt like i was 12 and incompetent and inconsequential. a shitty way to feel as i was driving home.

and here's my other dilemma. i can protect our mexican/latino busboys. but am i any better if i treat our waiters like shit? ideally, i'd like to be able to be compassionate and caring towards all of them, but it's so hard because the waiters squander resources, have no respect, and do an all-around half-assed job at their jobs. the busboys, on the other hand, work hard, are slightly more meek (though some of them aren't when they so blatantly steal from us), and are being exploited. i don't know what to do.

oh wait, yes i do. i'm going to seattle and then when i come back, i'll only have four more weekends before i move to boston. there's a reason i went to college and am getting educated out my ears -- so i never have to work in a bar/restaurant, and so i'll never have to own my own business.