What a craptastic couple of days at the club. Sunday and Monday were both just ridiculous nights at work. Everyone was working my nerves (and it isn't even that time of the month). I'm so glad that I dragged myself in on Saturday, when it was pretty decent. It was really a miracle that I came in on Saturday night, considering the full day I'd already had by 8 p.m. I'd been to work, then to a barbecue, and then talked myself into the club.

The $5 dance nights are a bad idea. They've driven out the regular Monday crowd, which, while it was sparse, was usually a good crowd. They make us less money, unlike $10 Sundays, which can make us more. I wouldn't work them at all if Monday wasn't one of the required nights to work the weekend. You have a choice: work a Monday, Wednesday, or Thursday in order to work the more lucrative Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights. I don't like Wednesdays either because of oil wrestling. So that leaves Thursdays for me, which are usually pretty decent. But this week I don't have that option.

There was one guy who was a real piece of work last night. This is basically how our conversation went: "Hi, how are you tonight?" "Why?" Why? Because I'm trying to be friendly instead of walking up and saying, "Wanna dance?" Sheesh.

Anyhow, I have the rest of the week to rest up and prepare for the weekend. Then a little trip out of town to relax and have fun before summer school starts next Thursday. I can't believe I'm almost finished. Just two more semesters and I can fulfill that fantasy of walking out on stage in my graduation gown.