Another busy day in the "Waggin' Tongue." (actually overheard: "That's not the way you spell that." "It's a PUN!") I've made over a hundred dollars a day the last two. If I keep this up, I might have a good pay period. I could use it! The starving artist phase of existance is fast approaching!

I got in trouble today. There's usually an hour or two of dead between the lunch rush and afternoon cocktails. I started bringing a book to work, which is ok with three of my four managers, but really makes the fourth mad. She went through my cart, found my book, and sent me home to put it away. I'll not make that mistake again.

There is a new bellman at work who is really on fire. He came to get a soda on his rounds and was telling me that he's having trouble talking with people about truth when, 1) they don't believe it exists, 2) they don't accept the Bible as the basis for living, and 3) if they do believe in truth, it is considered relative. We discussed how "truth" by definition must be absolute. Now he stops by two or three times a day instead of once. If only he knew that I have to wear my extra-large cross necklace at work, under my uniform. Having it wacking me about the midsection reminds me to be charitable...or that's the theory at least. I have 1 Corinthians 13 taped to the bar, but I still find Charity in short supply. Patience is in short supply, and I struggle not to be rude to abominable customers. Rarrgh. Confessions of a bartender...