This should be Richardson's motto.
It wasn't that bad. It was a long night, and I was posted with a girl who made me insane all night (she used the phrase "eie-yie-yie" more than once, and used "Ah, Hell naw" to discribe things she didn't like. Gouge. Out. Eyes.), and there's no one really there that I know anymore because of the new hires, the retirements and the mixed-bag of people per shift, but I made about $90 before taxes for one night. That's not bad, really.
And just as the night was ending, Justin, the good-natured bastard of the group (think Devin+Brian+ a whole lot more swearing and random singing) comes up to me with a big smile and a "Honey, she's home!". We chatted, and at one point he stopped and proclaimed "Damnit, girl, what did you do? You're fuckin smokin' this year! And you're damned right, that's a fuckin compliment, now take it and like it..." Ha ha, he rocks! He's a man-whore, but he's a nice man-whore. He's also taken, but that's fine... he's a little too over-the-top for me (which says a lot...).
But, yeah, it's not too too bad. I just have to endure a month of it before I head back to the bay for at least a break. I'm thinking about going up on the 7th (Thursday), and staying until the Sunday. But I have to book it off now; I got voluntold for some massive overtime over the next few months. Glee. But, one day's overtime is pretty sweet...
7.5 hours @ time (12.11) and a half (call it 6) = $135 (approx)
Yes, I count my days in dollar signs. It's a coping mechanism, and a damned good one.