No shower = tips

I had no willing to go to work this morning. Not at all. The alarm clock went off at 5:30am and I just rolled from side to side until 6:30am. I kept listening to the guys talking on the radio, some things I understood, some things I didn't.
They were talking about optimism and if people are optimistic or not, 'the glass is half full or half empty', and it got me thinking. I thought about my glass and couldn't decide which one mine would be. Probably for most things in life it's half empty, but if I literally have a beer in front of me I can never leave the glass half empty. Always half full until I pass out.
I was supposed to take a shower but decided not to do it, it meant 45 more minutes in bed. It was Sunday morning, 7:15am, everybody sleeping from the previous night's night out, except for me. Well, there were a few poor bastards on the streets and on the buses and on the tube who were going to work. We are the unlucky ones.

I don't know why but today it was strange, good and bad at the same time. I organized the bar but it was so filthy from last night that it was almost 11pm and I hadn't been able to clean everything up. There were some people from New Zealand who came to watch a hugby match. All the way from NZ, man... Things were OK and these two guys came in and sat at the counter. It's very unusual for people to sit at the counter during the lunch period, which is the one I work. They asked for two Newcastels and I gave them the beer and some mix-nuts. They kinda talked to me a little, they were from Dublin. Didn't understand almost anything they were saying. But I now I know that on Sundays in Dublin the shops open from 12pm to 6pm. But only Sundays, during the week they open from 9am.
Two American girls had been at the bar for 20 minutes and just drank coffee. They were pretty nice and gave me one pound worth of tips.

Steven, my supervisor, was never around. He's never around, always walking around the hotel, chatting with the concierges and the other staff. The Irish guys stayed there for a couple of hours and left. They were nice costumers. I like when I get nice costumers, I think anybody would. But no tips.

The American girls came back and ordered the sandwich with a complimentary drink. I think they like me because this time they left two pounds worth of tips. There were a few more people who ordered coffee or tea and they left a few pence each and altogether it was two pounds.
I leave at 3pm. At 2pm ten people arrived and asked for drinks. It's always like this: you do nothing most time but when it's almost time for you to go you get stuck with some not very nice people. They ordered the total amount of about 90 pounds and the tips were five pounds. The bad thing of the story is: all the tips I got were Room Charge. Not cash. And when we have Room Charge they sum up all the tips of the month for the period they were given (lunch period) and at the end of the month the hotel divides the money with everybody who works this shift. I always get screwed because I only work weekends and the people who work during the week get my tips. I don't know, I'd prefer going home with eight pounds in my pocket rather than waiting until the end of the month to get the money.

I called Tiago for us to do something but he was shattered and said he wouldn't do anything. I took the tube home, managed to get the wrong train at Green Park, got off at Oxford Circus and came back home. Circle and Distric lines (which are the ones I take to Victoria Stn and then Victoria line to Brixton) were not working this weekend, so I guess I got a little confused. While on the tube I started thinking about the tips, even though they were Room Charge. I guess not taking a shower in the morning made the special bond I needed.