Thursday, November 12, 2009

Kicking Off My Weekend

Woot! My workweek is over... Thankfully. I don't know why but it was a tough one to get through--only last night seemed decent. Otherwise, it was below-par for me, money-wise. But talking to the cocktail waitresses, they all said the same thing--they all had a below-average week, too. I'm just glad that it's over, because I seemed very tired all week long. Of course, I'm still on call all weekend, and if the phone rings I'll be more than happy to pick up a shift. But knowing that I don't have to set my alarm for midnight tonight makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

After work this morning, we had breakfast over at the Gold Rush (I'm really starting to like that place a lot. Yeah, it's a hole-in-the-wall, but the staff in the cafe are all really nice folks, the food is good, and their prices are very reasonable). After the tab was paid, I motored my way across the street to Wally world to do a bit of shopping--I needed hangers, desperately. All of those new clothes I bought? Well, I ran out of hangers. Not that I'm exactly diligent about hanging everything up as soon as it comes out of the dryer, but it's nice to have the option. And Mamasan was giving me a ration of shiat the other day about my lifelong aversion to the ironing board, so I also picked up a new Black & Decker steam iron and a countertop ironing board, too.

A couple of my new shirts are linen blends, and they wrinkle up like a mofo in the washing machine. So instead of taking them to the dry cleaner after every wearing, I decided to cough up the scratch and make an effort to iron my nicer shirts every now and then. We'll see how that plan works out.

It was a pretty cheap trip to the store this time around--just a few other household goods made it into the basket and I got out of there for less than sixty bucks. Once I got home, I wrote out the last of the bills for another month, and I've gotta tell ya, it feels great not being on the hook for anything but rent for another month.

Of course, later this afternoon, I have to go to the bank and deposit all my cash and drop the bills off in the mail, and then I'll be done with my financial responsibilities for a few weeks. Oh, I'll probably go over to the casino and drop off a new direct deposit form at the payroll department. I always forget about my paychecks--I mean, I live almost exclusively on tips, as the casino only pays me minimum wage. And since I never come close to working 40 hours a week anymore, the money on my paycheck is like a little bonus I discover a couple times a month whenever I log on to my bank account. And I never pick up my stubs, either--the window is never open when I'm at work, and hell, the food in the dining room is so bad that I refuse to eat it, and so I haven't even walked over to the back of the house area where my locker is in probably two months or more.

So while the rest of the world looks forward to payday every other Friday, I always forget about it. Anyhow, a couple hundred bucks every couple of weeks is always nice, and it goes directly into my checking account already. But I'm going to have 'em send fifty or sixty bucks out of every paycheck over to my E*Trade account, just so it's already over there before I get my hands on it.

That's my plan for the day, but it's all on hold until the UPS man gets here. Yesterday was like an early Christmas for me--I got three boxes of stuff at once. But today I'm waiting for a load of cask-aged Partagas Black Labels from JR Cigars, along with a bonus Dominican sampler 10-pack. That should pretty much wrap up all of my purchases for a few weeks, but I'm really looking forward to tasting one of those Partagas.

Tonight, I'll probably go over to the M Resort and hopefully treat their 4-8 game as my own personal ATM once again, and maybe flirt with my gal Sammi and probably overtip the smokin' hot Cuban cocktail waitress, too.

As far as the rest of the weekend goes, I guess it depends on how well the poker game goes tonight. But tomorrow, I think AC and I are probably gonna get together for a little film-fest. We're gonna watch the Mother of all Blaxsploitation films, Truck Turner, followed by a viewing of my new Director's Cut dvd of the cult classic The Warriors (Can you DIIIIGGGG it?!?!?). Word around the campfire is that we may indulge in some cigars and some Grand Marnier while we're at it...

Anyhow, that's the news from the Batch Pad. Y'all probably won't hear from me again until sometime on Monday.


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