Work sweet work

It really isn't that bad. I hear people conatantly complaining about how awful it is to go to work, but I don't get it... I actually like it. I guess bartending is a little different from what other people do for a living, but it's still a job, it's demanding at times and so on... but I think it's kinda fun...! Maybe it's because I don't feel the pressure of having to keep the job and work my ass off to survive, I don't know, but where I'm going with this is 'stay positive, you might like it!!!'...

Ok. With that said...

My weekend;

Saturday: didn't do much except that I went to work with a fever (hmm?).

Sunday: slept all morning, alarm went off at 11.30. That's when I had to get up to drive my sister (who's now with her boyfriend in New York) to the airport. After that I drove directly to my parents' house and (just as I feared it would) it took me three hours before I could leave... Not my favourite way to spend a sunday afternoon, but it was allright. This, however, resulted in me being too tired to go to the store when I got back, which basicly means I have pretty much no food at all at home, so I guess that's what I'll have to do now.

So I leave you with my, right now, favourite pair of Louboutins (aren't they perfect??), which I have NOT bought yet, but maybe I should... (?)