It’s finally Friday, and I’ve been banished to the living room since the near-wee hours of the morning. I’m not pushed out of the bedroom or anything, but it’s definitely a “lesser of two evils” situation. Either one of us gets up and deals with Podrick, or we both get up. It’s a simple matter of how much “upsetness” I can handle. Spoon math. I got up, I picked up the mess, and dealt with pulling him off of shelves and Pippin.
I can’t complain about yesterday; Shawshank had a much longer day. I did my makeup and set up the bedroom. It wasn’t a bad shift – I made money and that’s my only goal. My legs were absolutely killing me when I logged out, because I sit like a goblin. I ran into a tiny issue with the new menu bot, where a guy tipped for one thing, I misread the notifications and thought he’d tipped for another, cheaper thing. This dude has been popping in and out of my room regularly, and I don’t like pissing people off. He left chat by the time I noticed my mistake, so I messaged him, apologizing profusely. Happily, he came back and stuck around for a bit, even dropping a few more tips.
Fridays can go either way, but I’m going to try to keep positive. I’ll toss the hot rollers in my hair again and try to be perky.
