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I waitress. Now, this proves to be an amusing job, partially because it means I am one of the more sane employees and thus am constantly entertained, and partially because of the opportunities to people-watch and strike up conversations that often take a nerdy turn.

My job kicks ass. I get extra money if I can have an interesting, intelligent conversation with a customer about video games or movies. I couldn't ask for more.

Except tips.

Goddammit people, for the love of everything that is good in the world, tip your fucking waitress. We live off that money. If I take the time to add a personal touch to your meal and visit without being irritating or intrusive, drop an extra buck or two. Don't leave a glowing comment card and no cash- that does me no good. We get taxed for tips, regardless of if we actually receive them.

That was my rant for February. I'm done now, really. I just had a long shift and got stiffed by half the tables I worked, although no one complained, left a bad comment card or showed any sign of dissatisfaction. Fucking people... *grumbles*

Amy out.