I Can Be Your Hero, Baby

It's 5:16 AM, on a Monday morning. (Do you know where your kids are) The correct answer would hopefully be "sleeping." But Epiphany, you ask, what are you doing awake at such an unGodly hour? Well, I'd tell you I was just promoted at the spa to one of the managers, at the smaller location. Are we happy about that? We're indifferent. The pay raise is lovely though, so we won't complain too much. And that position requires opening the spa at 7:30. Which means I leave Brooklyn at 6:30. Which then means I wake up at 5:30. AM mind you. Damn, but that's early.

Cut to: I have also taken on a job bartending/serving at a club in Brooklyn. We like because we like that cash out at the end of the night. When I can walk away with $150+ in my pocket, I feel like I'm loaded. Annnd tomorrow...today....right now...is Memorial Day. So most people have the day off. Not me. I have training at the spa. Early morning to early afternoon. Excellent hours, if you like to wake up at the butt crack of dawn. I don't like that on a good day. Last call at the club wasn't until 4 AM. Then there was cleaning, and waiting for my tips, and tipping out the bartenders and busboys. Then we had to wait for the hoodrats outside to get their lives together and stop being violent and for NYPD/EMT/FDNY to leave, so I could exit the building.

I walked out of the club tonight with a nice chunk of change (with lots of Security), to get home at 5. So now I'm taking this little bit of time I have between jobs to write something poetic about my life. In less than 5 minutes I'll have to "wake up" and get ready for my day at the spa.

Oh yeah...but I haven't been to sleep yet. My friend S.Eslick told me I was SuperWoman for managing my schedule the way I do. Well, thanks love. I do try fairly hard to succeed, and bring awe to the lives of the many spectators. 8 hours and counting until it is absolutely appropriate for me to collapse in bed.

Happy Memorial Day.