Nice weekend

Isn't she cute? I found this on a site I get e-mails from daily (I signed up) - http://icanhazcheezburger.com
There's a link on there for dogs, too (http://ihasahotdog.com ). Nice way to start the day; with a smile. Anyway, I shared this photo with the young lady I work for and she loved it. She asked me to send her actual hardcopies (she's kind of a techo phobe) so that she could put it up in the restroom she works. So, of course, I put one up in my closet, too.

This past weekend was very nice. I was a little worried, since there was a beautiful full moon out, but other than a few "leave me a lone" types, everyone was real sweet. Made good money Friday night - kicked ass Saturday night (doubled what I made Friday). Saturday night worked out to $30.50 an hour, between my shift pay and the tips. Not too shabby for a part-time job, eh? That's a lot more than my day job!

THere was one young lady who had a little too much to drink Friday night. I noticed several ladies fluttering, giggling and pointing down on the floor by the first stall. When they left, I walked over to see who left what where so I could clean it up. Now, this was a first. I saw two shoes, jean-clad legs and a bare bum. Someone was obviously hugging the toilet, but must've dropped her pants to pee first, or something. I don't know - she wouldn't talk to me. I knocked and told her that her bottom was bare to the world, but she didn't stir. I then peeked through the door crack (yes, I will do that if I think somethings wrong in a stall) and noticed she had her head on the seat with her eyes closed. I banged on the door, calling out to her, trying to wake her up, but no luck. I thought about reaching in and slapping that bum, but I didn't want to get hit with some sort of harrassment suit. So, I was about to go get management when I noticed the shoes were now facing forward and I could hear zipping and flushing noises. I went out anyway, to find a security guard, when one of the night managers walked by. I pointed her out to him as she left the closet. The club has a very, very stict rule on drunks. They just won't tolerate them. If you are even suspected of being a little tipsy, they will escort you out. Don't blame them - they could get sued if something were to happen after they left the club and it comes back that they were served at the club.

But other than that, it was quiet (well, as quiet as it can be with the music blaring in there) - busy, but quiet. Both evenings went quickly. Makes me wish each weekend could go so smoothly.