I am so going to see this movie.

Your total was $17.84.

You wrote the check for your kids to give to me for $18.50.

What, that extra thirty-four cents going to break your budget?

Ass.

(Nice Humvee, by the way).

I’m taking a break from studying. My brain is overflowing.

Generally, Wednesday nights are good shifts — steady, decent tips. Tonight its up in the air - its our first “school night” of the year. A percentage of the night’s sales are donated back to the local school (we’ve got two in our area, we alternate nights between them). Business is on par with a Friday — we’ve got a full slate of insiders, a bit short handed on drivers, which should be good — at the very least, it’ll mean everyone gets more runs. The only question is how well people tip — these nights bring out the folks who generally don’t order delivery, which usually means they don’t know how to tip.

It’s also my first night working with Steve since last week. I had a heart attack when I came in on Sunday and found he’d ripped all of the box-topper advertising “that special” off the boxes I’d topped my previous shift. Greg interrogated me about them on Monday, figuring I hadn’t done what he’d asked, and this just opened up a whole new can of worms. In any case, fate is about to smack Steve down — the national promotion, starting next month, is “that special.”

Heh.

… short on cash?

Speaking of American Pie, I remember when that movie came out, how dissapointed I was that Don McLean’s American Pie wasn’t used in the movie.

My heart pounds! She’s a beauty, ain’t she?

The full “found on Brickshelf” gallery, here.

I have a ton of flashcards. The radio is on softly. I’m lying on my bed, with the window cracked enough for the crisp air to infiltrate my stuffy apartment. The cats are standing at the threshold of the room — they both want up on the ledge, they’re wondering if I’ll let ‘em up there without trying to grab one or the other.

It’s a beautiful day.

I love Sunday day shifts during football season — particularly if the Ravens are winning. Business is steady, tips are up, and there’s nothing like a crisp fall day to energize you. Last Sunday officially kicked off the season at the store — it was the best I could hope for, a combined tip & mileage average of just over $5 had me out the door a bit later than usual, but $110 in my wallet, and only one stiff over the course of the day. Huzzah!

Compare that to Monday: eleven deliveries, thirty bucks in tips and mileage. Impressive? Not by any means, but especially not when you consider that my second to last delivery tipped me $10 and my last delivery tipped me $5. Factor in a dollar in mileage reimbursement, and the first nine cheap asses I delivered to tipped me an average of a … oh, I don’t even want to think about it.

Here’s to more Sundays.