So, after getting off work 25 minutes late (or 5 minutes early if you count the fact that I knew I'd be working late), going to a bar to drop something off and pick up some money*, and walking up that hill faster than I can ever remember doing so before, I made it to the jam spot only 15 minutes late. The other people weren't even ready and waiting for me. We ran through the set and left.

KC and I hit Charlie's on the way home. I had to after yesterday. Not only was it payday, but customers from a certain region of the world are getting very frustrating. I know that's stereotyping. Not all of them are like that, but the ones that are oh boy. They make up for the nice ones. It's harder to remember the good things over the bad.

I plan on going in with a different mindset today...I plan to laugh at them in my head instead of yelling at them in my head. Laugh at their ignorance, while giving them friendly service with a smile.