Man, I am fucking tired. I've been working everyday since Saturday at the pizzeria, and Tuesday I worked morning at the pizzeria, and had an hour to get to my job at Wet Seal. I even worked labor day, and you know I didn't get paid overtime. It was busy this weekend, very busy, and now that schools started again, it's going to be even busier. The middle and high school buy pizza pies from us for their cafeteria. (man when I was in high school we had frozen pizza, not good old, jersey pizzeria pizza)... but anyways, I worked a pizza party this weekend. This Italian family threw a pizza party for this toddler turning 2. They were nice enough to leave a $25 tip!!! but if I didn't get that tip, I probably would have been fucked because they took a while, and they took up all the tables, so no one else could sit down. So, they mostly made up my tips for the day...and damn did we get a lot of phone calls. When I got home from work yesterday, I read a xanga entry that made the headlines, and man, did I get pissed off! Some greedy bitch was complaining about how she hates to tip people! I just got home, my feet, legs, and lower back are aching, I'm pissed at people who jipped me a tip, and this cunt is complaining about leaving a couple of extra bucks for the person who worked so hard to satisfy her! I was fuckng pissed, so naturally I left her a peice of my mind. I think it was the longest comment I ever wrote. I was fuming mad.

After bitching that cheap ass out, I ate dinner, and went to belly dance lessons. But I was already sore from working all week. I still learned some things though.

Tonight I work at Wet Seal....ugh. I got to go run some errands.

Blessed Be

I've been working at the pizzeria every Monday. But since working only Mondays is hardly a job, I went job hunting at the mall. I had an interview today with Wet Seal. They just opened up in the mall, and they are very under staff. The manager actually gave me the interview on the sales floor, and frequently had to attend to customers during the interview, because there were only two girls working in the store. The manager liked me, and said she'll call me next week and let me know when to come in. I get paid $9.00 an hour. And I'll still be working the pizzeria Mondays so i'll be getting $5 an hour and tips there. I hope it helps out the family. With Paul's parents not working, and all the other people that live with us, it's a miracle we pay our bills. Thank God for Paul's job. If it wasn't for his career, we wouldn't have a house. And now his grandfather is moving in, because he is starting to loose it.

The house on the island they own has a tax lien on it, and all of a sudden Paul's brother, Richard, is coming out of the woodwork, saying what a shame it is that we might loose the house on the island. And how he'd help to pay for it. He say it would be worse to loose that house than the house we are already living in! He has never offered to help us with our bills on th house we live in now. But him and his wife want the house on Rhode Island as a vacation house. They dont care that Paul (the youngest brother by the way) has been supporting his parents this whole time. They doesn't care there are six people living under this roof in Jersey...yet they will so "graciously" help us pay for the house in Rhode Island. That house has been in Pauls mothers family for generations. Her mother lived in that house, and her great grandmother. Its on Prudence Island, and Island off of Rhode Island that is 7miles by one mile. It means a lot to Pauls mother. Pauls mother, Michelle, said she'd sooner sell it to a Realtor than sell it to her greedy son Richard. I can't believe he'd rather see his brother and parents on the street than loose that fucking island house. I really can't stand Richard.

I've been drawing a lot, trying to get a portfolio up to get an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlor. I'm working pretty hard on it, I hope I get somewhere.

Blessed Be

Yesterday was a great day! Paul, his mother, Harry, and I went down to Seaside Heights and spent the whole day on the boardwalk playing the arcades. We got so many tickets, we filled a tote bag, and it was really heavy. The girl at the ticket counter looked shocked. We won over 400,000 tickets. Half on the blackjack machine, and the other half on the Pharaoh's Treasure, which is that game where you put the quarters in and they push over on the side. Well we have half the tickets we would need to win a new 30 inch T.V...and that was at only one arcade. We also had 45,000 tickets in one arcade that we were only in for a half hour. We used to tickets to get a PUR water filter, because the water filter on our refrigerator broke. So it worked out. We also had ticket vouchers from when we were down the shore last year for almost 70,000 tickets from the arcade in Funtown pier...we used the tickets to get a dragon mirror, a pewter dragon cone incense burner, a pewter fairy figurine, and I got a Zippo lighter with a cool cresent moon design. We had a lot of fun. We can't wait to go back and win more tickets towards that T.V

Today, at 4:00 I start work at a pizzaria in town...well not start exactly, they are going to train me and see if it works out. Today is like a trial day. I'm a bit nervous because the guy beind the counter where hitting on me, and I dont want to be sexually harrased. I swear, if my ass gets pinched, I'm lodging a pizza cutter in someones head.

Blessed Be