Last night I gave an hour concert in the bar. The first family I ever sang for here was back again, and slipped a twenty in my apron when they asked if I would sing again. So last night I did. Bill and I covered all our old favorites, and a few new ones we're trying to work up for thursday nights. I made $100 off it too. Hurrah! It's going straight into my career fund!

Shrek 2

I went to see it today at 2:15. I tried to get there early enough to avoid the kiddie influx. I liked it. I thought that castle enxlaught scene was dragging, but it was making fun (I think) of ghostbusters, which I've never seen. Pus in boots with the eyes!!!

Lost arms and lost arms in the sand lying

The living carrying arms or their arms or their legs

For the rest of the poem, head over the Elfin Ethicist.

Yesterday was my blog's 2nd Birthday. Rousing chorus anyone?

Ohhhhhhhh we've got trouble!

We cocktail waitresses are in deep trouble. Apparently management doesn't want to hear us complain about the girl who doesn't do her job anymore. If they'd have fired her the last time they caught her with four to-go-boxes of food we wouldn't be upset. But firing people is unreasonably hard here. The alisal would rather keep on a deadbeat employee than risk a lawsuit. Their lawyer settles every time. We're going to have a meeting to discuss our bad attitudes. I don't think I have a bad attitude. I'm willing to work hard, I'm just not willing to work for two every shift. They know its happening. This is not a case of the squeaky wheel and the grease. The squeaky wheel got told to shove it.

A few more months...that's all I have to last...

Compassion Sponsers just got word that Haiti is flooding badly and two children in the Compassion program have died. They will be informing those sponsers "shortly." My child lives in Haiti...please pray that she's alright. I got a letter from her today, but it was from around Easter.

Ahhhhh....

The first Saturday Night Barbeque is over. The only brief excitement was the maintenance department forgetting to turn off the timers to the automatic sprinklers. The ones next to us came on, giving us half an hour to figure out how to turn them off or put on a happy face with a wet t-shirt contest.

More trials with the girl who won't work. I clocked in watching her try to take an empty golf cart to go "check out the scene" while the bartenders were trying to haul their stuff out. Golf carts are a precious commodity. Tonight she "went to the bathroom" and came back twenty minutes later...with the score of the Lakers game. Then she went to put on her makeup -- half an hour. After Anjie and I loaded the entire wine station, hauled it out to the poolside and set it up, here she comes half an hour later with two wine racks she's just polished....on a slow day it takes 10 minutes a rack, and we already had plenty. She took a 25 minute dinner break, then came back and asked "shouldn't we start clearing glasses?" We'd been DOING that for quite some time. She decides to go follow the food cart back to fill up to go boxes for her family. (That alone is worth a write up -- they're very strict on take home food. Official quote: "We don't mind feeding you on the clock, we just don't want to feed your entire family, too.") Then Anjie and I break down the wine station, take two full golf carts back, and she wants us to bring back the golf cart so she can put three trays and a rack of glasses on it....I don't think so. You can carry that and save yourself a trip. I spoke to a manager. It really irks me that I haul myself around doing my work and hers, and she gets four evening shifts next week. I. Work. The. WAGONTONGUE. All week. It takes a lot of milkshakes to make up for not working in the dining room at fifty cents gratuity a shake....

Another night at Fess Parker's soiree. I'm going to see and be seen, and see if I can schmooze enough to get someone to recommend me to an agent. I've sent a letter to the one who was interested in me earlier reminding her of that fact. Maybe if I bug her enough she'll take me on just to get me to leave her alone. The old Shawshank Redemption trick. But I only have until September 6 to get the ball rolling. After that I'm moving somewhere...if I have an agent here, LA seems prudent. If not, I have a mutual student of my voice teacher who could give me lessons in NYC. That seems prudent too. I've been over a year without lessons (except for those I got in January) and could use a tune up.

Waiting for the other shoe to drop...

Last week Chloe was ill and to the tune of $47 I was told by the vet that she needed to eat different food. Last night I came home and Cai was sitting on my chair...surrounded by blood. For $56.50 I found out that he'd been in a catfight, the puncture had abscessed, and last night it burst. (Cai is not a chin scratcher, so I didn't feel the abcess before). I now have pills that I can't force him to eat...

Doesn't bad news usually come in threes? Great....

I got bit again...

By a milkshake machine this time...