I don't want to be a whiner.

There is a point where moaning becomes whining. There is a point when you cease to tactfully state your personal problems and you become a clanging symbol in the ears of the hearer. After my shift at Ale House today, I counted about 52 hours of work for this week, which will end up being about 60+ by the end of the week. There is a certain solace in whining. Why is it so much fun to tell others about how much your own life sucks? I'm proud in the fact that I have showed great restraint in not just listing reasons why my life is worse off than yours, and give you tons of reasons why I should gain your pity or words of encouragement.

By no means is it wrong to tell others about things that could be better in your life, but there is a point where this becomes annoying and nobody likes to be annoyed. I'm around this a lot being in the restaurant business. Everyone and their mom talks about how they are getting screwed on their tips, and how they actually didn't make a hundred dollars on a certain night!? God forbid, that you shouldn't make more money by being a server than some people with real jobs. These people are such pathetic cases. If you ever hear me sounding like this, I personally give you permission to punch me as hard as you can in the face. Getting a few punches in the gut wouldn't go far amiss either.

Well, I still have a long way to go on the schoolwork that I've been putting off. I wish that I could blame this on the amount of work I have had lately, but this schoolwork has been procrastinated on long before I even got this job. Once again I am bereft of a credible scapegoat.