Yes, today I had to declare 22 dollars in tips, or else get a manager override, which is a pain in the ass to get. So, I declared 22 dollars in tips. I walked out the door with 15 dollars. So yes, I will pay taxes as if I made 22 dollars in tips. I had to tip the bartended as if I made 22 dollars in tips (2 dollars and 20 cents) yet I only made 15 dollars.
Yes, I will keep track of that, and hopefully, make more than that the next time and deduct that from my "must declare." But it still annoys the hell out of me. I am actually trying to do this job honestly, for what I declare, so please, don't argue with me, stupid machine. And no, don't suggest I get a manager override, because then the manager gives me grief. "What did you do wrong?" I did nothing wrong, people are just cheap on Saturday days.
I'm not the only one who bitches about this, so at least I'm not alone.
But... on the good side, I don't have to work tomorrow. And since Sunday is also a royal suckfest, even if you work Sunday night, I am not crying. Trust me, I'm not crying.
Progress on the infamous Terry Brooks book has picked up considerably, now that I've managed to get through the boring buildup, that took oh, over half the book. Now that I'm in the last 1/3 of it, it's going along nicely and I'll probably finish it tonight. I will go to the library this week and glance through one of Mr. Brooks earlier books, I want to see if he's this bad with all his stuff. I mean, I admit, this last third of the book is just booking along nicely, but the first 2/3 were really bad. I can't imagine that if I didn't feel obligated to finish it, that I would have.
Hopefully reading of the other books will go faster.
Have a vauge idea for a short story to take place in this world, which would give a bit of background on someone who's going to become the main character. I like him. I like him a lot. I really should sit down and write it, which will give me a taste into writing in this world.
Okay, interesting problem... I want to know if any other writers have it. Does opening your word processor freak you out? Really, I'm serious. Does opening it up, and clicking on that "new" document just make you gulp? Looking at all that pure... white? So you fiddle with the fonts you want to use.... Hm... should I just use courier new, since it's a monospace font and if I ever do submit this, it's good to use monospace fonts? Or should I use arial, cause arial is a good, easy to read font. Or, maybe I should use a funky font. I can always change it later, and damn it, it's my story... So, you debate over the font and finally make your choice. Then, well, you have to fuss with the spacing. Should I do it double spaced? Single spaced? Or compromise and make it 1.5? Should I skip a line between paragraphs? And you fuss and you fuss, but not write a single fucking thing? Does anyone else ever get that?
I didn't think so....
On other news... I think Seris has lost her freaking mind.