So the bartending job is gone. I waffled back and forth on whether or not to stay. Didn’t want to, but some pay is better than none, right? Then last Tuesday night around 9pm the worthless manager called me and told me not to come in; he was training someone else for day shift. He said he’d call me Wednesday night about working on Thursday. That pretty much clinched it for me. Done with that place. Wednesday I got up and my cell phone was turned off, which was the only number I had given him to contact me with so that really made it done. Fortunately, that same day there was an ad in the paper from the dinnerhouse; they were looking for waitressess. I got in touch with the manager and he agreed to let me back on the schedule. In a round-a-bout way I’m right back where I started about three weeks ago. Making the right choice this time.
I’m finally ready to let Jim’s truck go. I’ve held on to it all this time because I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else owning it and driving it. But I can finally let it go. I imagine it’ll sell pretty quick; it’s a damn good truck. That will also give me some much needed cash to get back on top of the bills again.
