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09 October 2012
Tuesday Or Bust (Originally Published 28 May 2008)
It was a bust.Well, not really.I had very generous customers, tip wise, but I rang nearly nothing during my shift.So it's Mortimer-One, Club-Nothing.
There was one gentleman (and I use THAT term loosely) who came in and began his litany of compliments.He gets trashed and begins to tell me all about myself, how hot I am, how masculine my profile is, which is nice to begin with…that is…until it never stops.And on top of it, he claims to be a psychologist.The things he tells me makes me wonder where the hell he practices and why he still has a license!I could NOT WAIT for Ed to come in and relieve me.I beat it out of there like a hooker after getting paid!I usually stay and gossip with Ed but I was not going to deal with Dr. Freak.
I have been ravenous.The last two days I have been eating like a starving pregnant woman.On steroids.I am too embarrassed to list everything I ate over the last few days.It's actually sickening to think back on the hoagie and chips, the pasta, the salad that I ate after six at night on Monday and then the leftover pasta for breakfast, the leftover salad a bit later, the egg salad sandwich and soup at Brittany's, the three soft hot pretzels, the three chicken fajitas, the rice and refried beans, the ice cream cone, the V-8 and a few other things I forgot.No, I won't list them here.It's embarrassing!
My psycho-mate has threatened me once again.This time over the squeaking dryer, which wasn't my fault but in his deranged world, I can do no right.Even if it's just doing laundry.I love that I have to live like this.I'm about to take a bat to his fool head.
It's morning.I got very sleepy whilst writing this entry and went to bed.
I am meeting Miss Patti at the Irish Pub for brunch in about an hour or so.I can't wait.She's been so busy with her new junker, I haven't seen her much.
Time to shower, put on my sunblock three thousand and wander uptown.It's a beautiful day.
I am a life long resident of this little island on the east coast of New Jersey and I am the walking representation of Atlantic City. Which doesn't say much for the city. I'm a professional party guest.