Friday

So I'm about to head to work. The beginning of another weekend. Another night dealing with the drunken kids who are affectionately known as our customers. In a few, I'll hit the shower, put on my nifty little uniform, put my shoes on and lace 'em up tight (just in case - losing a shoe in a fight isn't fun), grab a bite to eat on the way, probably from Wendy's because it's unhealthy and delicious, drive downtown, get pissed about not being able to find a parking spot, finally find one and make it to the bar, go through the motions to get everything up and running, and proceed to stand in one place for the next 6 hours.

Hooray beer.