My last night at the Terminal, friday, was great. I realised that it didn't matter if I helped with waitress duties, sat and talked with friends, or stole other people's tables- what would they do to me? Fire me? HA!
Talked to C, and she said that Ms. Xtremes is opening a dance club on its top floor, hiring waitresses, and paying more $$/hour than the Terminal, plus tips. She talked to them Saturday, I called them today and have an appointment tomorrow to talk to the manager.
Noticed that the foot fetish guy was back Friday.
The end of the evening was capped off by a table of girls I didn't know telling me that I was the best waitress they'd ever had there and got severely pissed off when I told them it was my last night. Declared they'd never go there again if they were going to treat good people like that.
Made my day.