I was never an early morning person, whether it was because the light of day felt like it was burning my retinas or because I always exhausted because of my, ah, extracurricular activites, shall we say, me and the alarm clock were enemies.
Maybe that’s why I chose bar work as my little side job whilst I studied, it was (mostly) evening work, I got to be sociable and honestly the tips were pretty decent. A small bit of make up and some choice outfits to accentuate my curves and I was making a decent living for myself, granted a bit of flirting helped but my boyfriend never minded – he knew that at the end of the day, what they all lusted after, he got.
The only actual downside was that it meant that my weekends were gone and every holiday was taken by the hell of hospitality and this Friday was no different.
“I thought you booked tonight off,” he remarked, looking surprisingly unbothered by last minute call in to work.
“I did.” I sighed. “But technically I’m on standby because Alan’s wife could go into labor at any minute and I just didn’t think I’d be that unlucky. I’m sorry baby.”