Not even a full moon...

The night started off so well - found a parking spot on the very first level (usually have to go all the way down to the 5th level). Had a young lady hand me a $5 almost right off; looked like it was going to be a nice night at the nightclub.

Famous last words. It was the night from hell. Had 6 pukers; did any one of them (or their friends) tip me? No. Left their messes and split. One said she was going to (a friend of the puker) - I saw her hand a $5 bill to her other friend. That friend did not give me that bill. Had one young lady break a beer bottle - did she leave me a tip? No. Just a mess to clean up. Had "ladies" (I use that term loosely) just taking stuff left & right; tampons, toothbrushes, lotion, etc, etc, etc. The majority of them did not tip me.

I worked my ass off tonight - was not even fun. Tips were piss-poor. I'm just so pissed right now; if it weren't 2:28 am, I'd call the young lady I work for and quit. I need my honey to talk me out of quitting. But she's asleep (as she should be). I 'know' there will be bad nights; this isn't the first. I'm not sure why I'm that upset tonight. Most nights, the majority of the ladies who avail themselves to my stuff (I have everything and anything one can think of that someone might need on a night out; lotion, body spray, hair spray/mousse, hair things, tampons/pads, sewing kit, band-aids, eye drops, aspirin, Tums, cough drops, toothbrushes, floss, mouth wash, mints/gum/chocolates, oil blotters, safety pins, even flip flops in case someone's shoes hurt so bad, etc.) don't tip. I don't think they know (or care) that this stuff comes out of my pocket (yeah, I get to write it off my taxes, but that's beside the point). But generally, enough ladies make up for the ones that don't tip. Not always - definitely not tonight. Damn. Lot of nasties tonight. Even had a couple of girls that asked if I would hold their coats (that's usually good for a five or a ten) - nothing. And I broke the cardinal rule tonight. I was so disgusted by this point, that after they left the restroom, I opened the door and called out to them. Told them, just for future reference; it's customary to tip someone when they do you a favor. They just looked at me with blank stares. Clueless.

Absolutely nothing to do with weight loss, but hey, it's my blog. No-one's up to hear me bitch. So there.

And as I drove up my street, almost home, I see the moon. Beautiful half-moon, surrounded by a haze. And I think to myself "damn, not even a full moon to explain away all the crazies tonight."