I almost cried at work today.

Somehow, I lost all my tips. Minus, well what I paid for dinner. I know I made tips, but when I cashed out, all I have left what was Heather gave me for pizza.

I think it broke my manager, Rita, 's heart when I gave the bartender tip out an extra dollar. She was willing to go digging through the trash with me to find my money, but I'm pretty sure the bag was in the dumpster, and well, Kiel can tell anyone about my OCD.

It's really called microphobia, but whatever.

And word on the street (from Heather's mouth) is that Eric isn't into dating right now, and definitely NOT into dating co-workers. I replied, to her, I don't need to date him to fool around with him. That got me a hug. From her.

So like, if any cute boys with brown eyes want to make out with me, hunny, I'm all yours.
Hell, if any cute boys with brown hair want to make out with me...ditto.

Oh what the hell, if any cute girls....