I have been such a bad worker the past couple of weeks - my allergies were so terrible that I was really dragging. I went in last Thursday to work my required night for the week (in order to be able to work the weekend), and was feeling so poorly that I skipped out within two hours, leaving a couple of customers behind. Ick! I didn't do a damn thing all weekend long, missed the basketball fun (except on TV) and sat around gulping pills. I feel better this week but was still a little wiped out on Monday and Tuesday. I've been trying to conserve my energy for the trip to the Final Four this week - I was excited anyways, and having Texas in there just makes it all the more exciting!
Mondays are usually really slow, and I avoid them, but fortunately there was a guy I'd danced for last weekend in there, and he pretty much single-handedly made my night, buying lots of dances and one of my g-strings from me! He's Mexican and I was really working overtime to understand everything - though I did learn a few new words and improved my conjugation skills. There are such interesting secondary benefits to this job. Tuesday night was busier but far below par for ordinary Tuesday nights, but I had a friendly customer in that I hung with; then Serena was nice enough to take me to a table she was at where I made some money - but I tired out too quickly and still went home early. Hopefully I'll be back to speed like I was once I return from NO.