lucky harms.

I wish I could properly convey through words the agony I've endured in this day.

Hundreds, and I say hundreds without the slightest bit of exaggeration, of cuts reside on these weathered hands of mind. It's honestly as if a couple hundred tiny little leprechauns shoved their tiny little daggers into my hands looking for gold or something I'm not certain.

Welcome to my life as a bartender. Because my job is so fierce and fast paced I cut my hands on everything, from ice, to shards of glass, to knives, and apple slicers. You'd think I'd be more careful but alas, I am not. The bruises all over my body are a testament to that as well.

So hundreds of small leprechaun dagger sized cuts. You know what hurts worse than the knives going in...

..dousing said cuts in fresh lime juice. Oh yeah. Feel the ferocious sting. Wince with me now.

Today hurt. I'm actually sore from my shift yesterday. I worked from 2pm to 11pm with no break. I hit 2,500 in sales by myself. We were slammed yesterday. And when I say slammed, I mean drunk sorority girls were slamming their foreheads against the bar as they hit the wall of inebriation. Oh, and slammed as in absurdly busy.

It was ASVT and alumni weekend. All sorority volleyball tournament. And UCSB debaucherous ragers back for another round post cap and gown. Makes for one hell of a day-drinking escapade at Sandbar.

I'm gonna go nurse my cuts. Enjoy this lovely Sunday good and faithful readers.