when I moved to providence in December I left my salaried restaurant manager (slash bartender) position to start from scratch somewhere else. I job hunted with resume in hand and happened upon this pure gem of a bar (if we're talking money). I've been making $200-$600 on any given night, at four to five nights per week. I have been promoted to manager after my brief three month tenure, which carries a per shift manager rate of $100 a pop plus the usual tips behind the bar. Money rules my schedule. I work these late nights, can't get to sleep sometimes until around 5am because I'm so wired, and wake up sometime around noonish, hating that I've slept the whole morning away. But then I count my winnings from the night before, and can't be mad at anyone. I work hard, yes, and some days (Sundays) am on my feet from 9am-3/4am the next morning, but it's always worth the money in the end. It's not for forever, and I'm going back to school in the fall to ensure that. Sure, i complain, but why not do it while I still can and rake in the dough for a few more years while I still have my energy level and good looks? Complaints aside, this past Sunday I ended up making about $420, and today (although I only slept for a total of 12 hours in the last four days) I had a phenomenal day at the beach, intermittently napping between glasses of wine on a beach chair facing the Atlantic and surrounded by family. I was just a goddamn cranky bitch when I posted before, and I'm sorry.