Fuck, I've had too many diet cokes (and whiskey), now I can't sleep. Fuck. Work started out slow, I sent Tiff home by 7pm, so I at least made some decent money. One of the new owners came in and we chatted a bit. He wants us to wear all white as our uniform. Uhhhhhhh, white? How about NO? No works for me. I tell Vince I don't do all white, didn't even wear it on my wedding day. I tell him I'll look like a (fucking) snowball. So on Vince chats about changes and how they will give me the tools to make better money. HELLO! Have you taken a good look at my boobs? I have all the tools I need, I don't wear low cut shirts for nothing! He seems like a nice enough guy, I'm trying to watch my mouth and break him in gently. He tells me I'm a really good waitress (been doing this for 22 years, damn straight I'm good) and he wants to keep me happy so I'll stay. Keep me happy? Just keep my soda filled with generous amounts of whiskey and give me no side work. Yeah, that's a start.