It is eight degrees below zero right now (For those of you on the metric system, that means it’s freaking cold) and we have 6 inches of fresh snow. I’ve been home for about 2 hours and the wood stove is finally overtaking the chill enough that my teeth have stopped chattering. I hate winter.
Cold weather means fewer people are willing to eat out. This sucks because not only is the restaurant making very little money, but all the locals who think a $2 tip on a $40 ticket is cause for celebration are driving me into the poorhouse. If it wasn’t so cold out I’d chase them down in the parking lot and tell them what cheap fucks they are. For the last week, I’ve made enough each night to put gas in my van so I can get back to work. I have GOT to find a second job.
Freezing temperatures means I can’t leave my house to visit my kids in Laramie for Thanksgiving. That’s right, I’m stuck here alone and broke for the holiday. It’s swell to be me. I’m sure I’ll end up hanging out with some coworkers on Turkey Day, so it won’t be as bad as it seems right now, but I feel like wallowing in self pity for some sympathy.
One nice thing, a friend spent the night last night and it was fun having someone to hang out with. I made turkey pesto pasta and we watched movies until the sun came up. I never have company and it upset Maggie so much that she crapped on the floor and puked all over the kitchen. She puked on my bed again today just to show me how unhappy she was with the whole deal. Stupid dog, you make me look bad.