She hears a chorus of factory girls

When I get out of work at night-doesn't matter what I've been listening to earlier-I like to turn on Living in America as loud as I think my lousy speakers can handle and sing the woman's part at the top of my lungs. It's cleansing.
Yesterday was a lousy day. I fucked up a few times and had some white trash shouldn't be eating out types in my section. But I made decent money. There's one manager that is such a dick. He doesn't mean to be-he's a lifer and the vernacular of the lifetime restaurant employee is much coarser than I am comfortable with. His entire raison d'etre is selling food-so if it's not sold to his satisfaction he gets pissed. No one is good enough to meet his expectations. He's perfect-he's off the floor now-took a pay cut for a raise in esteem-so his skills are now more of the Paul Bunyon realm (fakelore babies-that shit's fakelore just like his serving prowess). Sure-he's good. I'm sure he is-but he's also sad and I suspect his life is kinda empty. God help the lifer. Some aren't too bad-there's an oulfella-he's not that old really but older-he's cool, does his job makes sure everything gets done and just goes with the flow I like working with him. He comes from the same kinda "Family Establishment" (read-shit tips) background I was schooled in, so maybe I just understand what we're doing similar to how he gets it. Or maybe he just hasn't pissed me off yet. Everyone, eventually, pisses me off. Some more so than others.
I'm not used to this set up-with restaurant rules as opposed to life rules. I want to yell and tell Dick Manager to fuck off-but I don't-cuz I think he actually might mean well. I don't understand how people can scream at each other and then go out for a pint after work. Honestly, I don't really want to hang out with my co-workers. They're cool-mostly-don't get me wrong-but I don't want to tangle with friendship and work. That can get sticky or horrible. I don't wanna go there. My mind could change.
Today-I didn't make any mistakes.Well, I lie I made one but no one noticed so it was groovy. OK-I made 2, but the forgetting the damn salad (oh-how I hate salads-the harsh my mellow) was only slightly cash flow hindering. Probably not even at all. I pulled in some change tonight. Nothing to change my lifestyle-but the likelihood of me starving to death is becoming less all the time. Why-eventually-I might even begin to break even. I'm not holding my breath-but I'm not all the negative either. I've had far worse jobs and I've been far more depressed after 8 hours of work. I'm not down at all-I'm in a lot of pain but I don't work again until Friday (weekend work-that's money I can survive on Fri-Sat-Sun I betcha-we'll see, cuz that's what I work next week). By the time I hit the floor again I'll be over this pain-just in time for new and exciting suffering. The only thing that makes it alright is that I made more this week than I've made ANY week since I've been living in Nashville. Even that week long period when I had 2 jobs. I didn't pull in this kind of money. Oh-it's still poverty but it is much less severe and I get to spend hours onstage. That's all it is-that's what actors serve (that and the scheduling options) but it's a chance to be a character for the night. I dig that option-being someone other than me is one of my favorite ways to spend an afternoon. When yr a waitress in a tourist town you can be anyone you want. No one you encounter will ever be back so if you want to be a Welsh Goatherd it's totally within reason. Odd-but doable.
At any rate-I'm not as broke today as I was one week ago. I'm not financially secure but I could go buy Velvet Goldmine on DVD and still have money left over. That's a step above where I usually was with the last job. Sure-I'm working harder-but I probably won't GAIN much weight serving yuppies meat products.
For the first time-in a long time-I'm proud of myself. I worked my balls off but I did what I needed and I was succesful. What a feeling it is to not feel like a loser. If this keeps up I'll get to go to Ireland this year. It has to keep up soon-cuz I have to pay the deposit in the next month or so I think-but it could happen.
Boy Meets World is one of my favorite shows. I watch mediocre TV professionally. But seriously Cory and Topanga--now that's good TV.