So I left my previous position as a gym rat to live a simpler and more relaxed lifestyle. Somehow in my job choices, this has involved working several 12 to 15 hour days. In fact, over the past three days I have clocked 39 hours. Of course this is not due to one, but two smashing positions. One being at a little bar at Essex and Houston, and the other on the roof (penthouse) of the G hotel. How did my tattooed ass get a job in such a pretty place? Damn if I know. People actually asked me how I did tonight with all the tattoos I have. Because I am competent, and I can talk to anyone, and I am a model, I told them. Then I realized I didn’t really care either way, but I did get hired by the guy backing the whole project. Between he and the other two bar managers, things have really gone along swimmingly.

Oh but wait-this was an entry about how aggravating working all the time is! Given an apparent lack of competent bartenders at this hotel, they have asked me to basically work any day I have available. So by the end of next week when I am the tiredest girl in the world, I will need a full-fledged vacation. The other bar owner told me there were opportunities available if I were interested, but seeing as how I worked hmmm….8 shifts and got paid for 1 (shift pay), I am not too keen on helping him out and wasting my time trying to get money for shifts I ALREADY worked. Management..pshaw..turning Uncle Joe’s over to a rock club was lesson enough in increasing revenues like that without a true piece of the business. Don’t do it!

Hmmm. So I was hoping my boy was asleep soundly in my bed when I got home. I was gonna curl up fetal style with him and take a baby (2 hour) nap before I had to run off to Rhode Island for the wedding. But no. I don’t think either one of us thought of that earlier today. hint hint..girls like having boys to curl up against when they are totally work frazzled. Sunday I work and the fireworks are happening right outside the hotel bar balcony (13th and 9th avenue) and there is some stage on the Hudson you can see. Though I think it a mite pricey to spend $14 for a drink and $8 for beer, the view is one of the most incredible views you can get of the city and even Jersey at night. Monday the bitty bar from 5 to 10, Tuesday I really need to take off but you never know. Then Wednesday through Sunday again.

I am drinking redbull and ate my chicky sandwich already.

Now I have to entertain myself until 7 am, when I jet off to the bus station.

All this money I will never have time to spend. How funny is that?

More late-night musings next time.