janestarz | “I play Russian roulette all day, it’s a man’s sport / with a bullet called life”

Last night worked hard. All my tables arrived within ten minutes of eachother so that meant five explanations fast, running with drinks and seeing mad glances from the other tables. But all in all it was okay. Table seven had one of the system managers (who recognized me only because my computer profile at the college-thingy crashes so often!) and they had a flask of water and a pitcher of wine to keep them satisfied. Table ten was busy with photoalbums and hardly had any time to notice they had drinks, let alone finish them or notice the glass was empty. Table eleven looked at me grumpily but in the end tipped me a smashing twenty-five cents. And at twelve I had the most fun while switching off a barbecue (which involves my hand under the table).

Was it as good for you as it was for me?

Pfff. Was very tired indeed. My tips from last week: a smashing 17 euro and 26 cents with less than ten hours on the clock. Hubba hubba hubba!! I’ll save all that for my next sword. Which I still have to make up a name for. What is “suffering” in Elvish?