aritas and playing a little pool with a customer. What a work ethic! As I stomped over to her, I was greeted with, "Hey Christina! Want a shot of tequila? These men are buying. Aren't they cool?" The next obvious step was to approach the manager about this little problem, which would have actually worked if the manager was not trying to drink more Jagermeister shots than Patrick. Yep, that's right, the manager was sloshed as well. This night was turning out to be a nightmare. I could do nothing but suck up my pride and frustration and face the angry masses of tables by myself since everyone else was so drunk to help me out. The night that I was so sure would end at exactly nine o'clock lasted until three o'clock in the morning, as the "new girl," me, picked up the slack that ran rampant during "Beef Jerky Time." Oddly enough, my strange day at work did not end as badly as I predicted. I left my first night working at Sweetwater with over three hundred dollars in my pocket, but I earned every penny of it. Patrick and Lindsay? Well, they just left that night with a hangover. AHHsweet karma!...
