I sold my soul to the devil for a lousy $35, and some gossip. In my way home from the elusive University of North Texas... I stopped by my place of half employment in order to request off for Mark's Christmas Party. Standing there, staring at the schedule with a very perplexed look on his face was my un-boss, AKA the devil. I approach him and say 'Give me December 2nd off.' (just like that, without pleases and thank you's- because he is the devil and I don't feel that he deserves my politeness) and he says "If you will work tonight..." So I did.

What did I get out of this evening? Lets see. I learned to make pretzels out of pizza dough, I reviewed the book '1001 must see movies before you die', I played with my new IPOD, I made a couple of stromboli's (which- shockingly enough- is not the easiest thing one has ever done), I found out that said devil boss's "wife and kid" are not his wife and kid- they are truthfully his girlfriend of three months and her son...

Oh, and I waited on five tables. I made a whopping $35, and found out lots of juicy gossip about my co workers...

What an eventful evening.

For those of you keeping up... Today is the day of the Great American Smoke Out... Wish me luck.  ¶ 7:52 AM