For some reason, a terrible day makes you want to be alone. I could see only one person I would enjoy spending time with, but I feel sorry for him. I've had an ok day if I'm trying to be optimistic. Yet...all of you know...I'm not optimistic at all, but an optimistic pestimist. It is a wonderful thing to feel emotion. I am very happy that everyone knows how to express their anger, it would be nice if I could express it the same way. Some times I yell, but usually...I just go silent. I don't think it is unhealthy, just not healthy. When I woke up I was rushed into the day. I had wanted to sleep in, but I wanted to see two amazing girls even more. I didn't get to wear the outfit I wanted, and did not even get the breakfast I wanted. This sounds like complaining...anyway...I had a good time at the parade, but it was cold. When I got home I wanted to spend a good two hours with a cute boy. Of course my blan did not work, because he thought I wasn't working tonight. That's ok. Minds do that sometimes and I forgive him. I just miss those two hours. I figured I'd get it all out and then go to work and enjoy my night. Earn lots of tips and have a few laughs. We ended up sending home Shrimp to someone who wanted Beef...it just so happened his wife is deathly allergic to Shrimp...lets all have a cow and hit it in the head a few times with a wooden spoon. Everyone was arguing, except the cooks, a driver, and me. I felt the tension even after I left the room. It was during all of this that I realized two of the three tables I served that night did not tip me. If they had tipped me I would have had around six dollars by then. The last table I served that night gave me a three dollar tip. That means I got a total of one dollar for each table I served tonight. So I had to bawl at work! How embaressing is that...I tried my hardest to work too hard to cry, but I cried while I dished sweet/sour sauce into containers for delivery! I'm such a wuss. I felt really bad, I think I made the poor girl feel worse...I really am a bad friend. I hope I don't hurt everyone by being frustrated with me day. It is my choice to be frustrated, no one can force me to be frustrated...and I don't blame these things toward my frustration...I was the one that let it all build into a final bawling session...at least we all know I'm human, aye?