I'm so impressed with myself! I worked last night! Like, at a job!

Okay, so it wasn't a real job, it was more like a favour. A friend of my mother's asked if I could work at a function she was having at her art gallery, so I was all "sure" and the next thing you know I'm employed. I had to carry around this big fuckoff platter of champagne flutes, and fuck me if being a waiter (or as I prefer to call it, being a mobile beverage distributor) is a lot harder than it looks. My left arm was totally dead after twenty minutes (Fun Dawei Fact! Dawei is left handed!), and some of the people there were so rude to me. Like, they were looking at me like I was the help or something. Bitch, if you ignore the ugly gallery-standard shirt, I'm wearing Gucci, so cram it. I'm just asking if you want a refreshing bubbly beverage. Sheesh. It made me realise that wait-staff are just there to be helpful, so the next time I'm at a restaurant or café, I'll be sure to be all "thank-you" and "please" to them.

Hmm, I think I'm "growing as a person" from being employed. I'm not sure I like it. Thankfully it was only a one time deal. Most life changing two hours of my life, EVAH!

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posted by Dawei at 11:36 am