Well there's still two hours, but I'm going to bed. I know, lame. But that's ok. I don't mind. I used to love new years eve, but I'm not really into drinking or partying anymore, which I'm extremely grateful for.
I got a second interview at the country club, this time with the restaurant manager, so I'm happy (and surprised) about that. So perhaps I didn't make quite as much of a fool of myself as I had previously assumed. Or they're desperate for workers. It's really not an appealing job. Minimum wage plus tips if the waitresses feel like being generous, no benefits that I know of, it's out in the middle of nowhere, and the guy flat out told me the club members are arrogant assholes. Exciting! But I don't give a rat's ass right now, I need a job and I'll work just about anywhere right now (excluding, maybe, Burger King or shrimp picking.)
Good night all, and Happy New Year!