Sometimes you're the Louisville Slugger, sometimes you're the ball.
Today (well, really YESTERDAY per the clock) I was the ball.
It looked like we were all set to make rent, and then another large party came in and monopolized my time and my tables, and didn't tip. Eclecstasy REALLY needs to bring back the autograt. So I still ended up short by about fifty bucks, which was just close enough to be REALLY fucking frustrating.
Then I came home and broke out in another case of 4 a.m. mystery hives. It's the damnedest thing. First I'm itchy, then my entire body turns bright red and feels like I have a bad sunburn all over, then comes shivering and finally itching again as things subside. I don't know what to make of it, although at least this time I had health insurance and could take comfort in the fact that should things get bad enough I could go to the ER.
Tomorrow will be a better day, right? RIGHT.