Current mood:	bitchy
Current music:	And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Not cool
File this under complete bullshit:

I finally met with Alcione to sort out the work business. His explanation for why I haven't been called in for the past two weeks? Son of a bitch "meant to call many times." Just forgot. Oh, and it's been slow. So I'm getting cut back to two shifts a week, unless Karina wants me to help in the kitchen. I hope she does, because I'm fucked if I leave for Europe with less than $1,000. Fortunately, I will be able to lift my bank account out of the negative territory in which it is currently stuck. But somehow working 40 hours in two weeks only netted me $250 - and last time I looked at the books, minimum wage is seven bucks flat in the District. Not to mention I saw $150 roll in from my tables in one night. Granted that was a damn good night, but I don't know where the fuck this guy is putting the stuff. Maybe this kind of shit was cool back when Pinochet just dissappeared the uppity workers, but we are neither in Chile nor the 1980s. Sorry, Alcione.

Stop. Breathe.

In better news, Evan and I are going to see a show at Fort Reno on Thursday. I'm excited. I'm detecting a faint pulse from my social life here. Also, I'm going to have the apartment to myself this weekend. So there may need to be some partying on that front. I already have two bottles of wine that might be casualties. And if Alcione doesn't stop fucking with my paychecks, I'll be more than happy to remove the balance from the liquor cabinet.

Also, the YouTube debate is on CNN in about nine minutes, and I am WAY too excited about that.

Lastly, Democratic Vistas rocks and Walt Whitman is (still) my dead gay lover. "In vain do we march with unprecedented strides to empire so colossal, outvying the antique, beyond Alexander's, beyond the proudest sway of Rome. In vain have we annex'd Texas, California, Alaska, and reach north for Canada and south for Cuba. It is as if we were somehow being endow'd with a vast and more and more thoroughly-appointed body, and then left with little or no soul." Preach it, Walt.