There was some sort of muscle car show on Brand and that was supposed to be good for business, but customers were cheap as fuck tonight. The restaurant was SLAMMED with hungry and impatient patrons. I didn't even make the 15% I'm supposed to make. My first tip of the night was from 4 Armenian teens (I'm not bringing any racial implications here...). They're bill was $26.22 and they left me $27. The change was my tip. THANKS A LOT YOU CHEAP SHITS! That really screwed me over. The rest of the night I've been getting 10% tips. To everyone who tipped 10%...YOU'RE ALL CHEAP SHITS TOO! It's not like that I was being a craptacular server or anything like that. I was totally on the mark tonight. I didn't make a single mistake. Dammit, why can't people dig a little deeper when it comes to eating out? As a customer you don't have to cook or clean. You have a slave there for you granting your every inane command! Oh, I never recovered from the shitty-tip syndrome. WHAT? ME? BITTER? Damn skippy...

Well, tonight wasn't a total loss. I've had some visitors to cheer me up here and there. Rockie and Toni came early in my shift and greeted me. After my break, Jobi came with her sister and cousin. They really put a smile on my face for a brief moment in my shit-tastic shift. Friends are ALWAYS fatty tippers =). Thanks guys.

Tomorrow is a new day and I need to get ready to dance again. I hope EVERYONE makes it this time. Being in a Debut is a real honor. It's a shame that a few people on the court don't recognize that. If I knew that these people weren't commited, I would have had Chriselle fire them so quick...

Until tomorrow...I'll be bumpin my new City High self-titled album. Good Night...

~*What would you do? I'd get up off mah feet...*~