Good day/Bad day

Today was the big "first day of school!" I had my algebra class today. It actually went really well, and was almost fun! My teacher is only a couple of years older than me....and he's cute, so YAY! The other best thing of the day? Feeling smart. We had a couple of in-class projects today. The first one we worked in pairs. We had to figure out the answer to a question, and then find the pattern to find additional answers. The girl sitting next to me and I figured out the problem a good 5-10 minutes before the boys next to us....YEAH! They were trying to over-analyze it and make an entire equation, instead of just doing the work. Silly boys. Then we got another hand-out and had to fill in a chart where we needed to reduce fractions from 12ths to 6ths, 4ths, 3rds, etc. It wasn't terribly hard for me, and I know I'm not perfect...I did miss a couple of them! But, it was making me giggle a bit to see the guy and girl on either sides of me putting down whole numbers...1's and 2's....why would they do that, when the paper asked for fractions? Ah, it's good to be a smarty pants!

After my intellect-high, I figured I'd have a good day at work. I figured wrong. The evening started out dead. It got pretty crowded after a bit, but, no one was tipping! When 9pm came around, I only had 19 bucks in my tip jar, and had to tip out my cook! Well, he got the shaft tonight, but I was getting it too! Worst part of the evening? A guy that comes in and gets spendy drinks for him and all of his friends came in. He always whines that I don't pour as heavy as Levi (my boss)... Of course I don't! He's the boss, and he can do what he wants. I have to do what I'm told. So anyway, after MANY rounds of drinks, the guy who always pays starts to head for the door. Without having paid. I sent my cook out the door to grab him. He came back in, apologized for almost running out. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt here...he always pays and never runs out on a tab. It was an honest mistake. His tab came to $99.75. He gave me a $100 bill. I took it, grabbed a quarter, turned around, and he was mostly out the door. Nothing on the bar. No tip, no nothing. Boy did I want to kick him in the balls!! I just can't get over how horrible people can be. Especially him, with his HUGE wad of cash in his pocket. He tends to hit on me when I'm working. I hope he asks me out again, so I can tell him to fuck off!

And now it's late...I'm off to bed!