Work is Work

Even as crazy and interesting this job is it is still work. I have to be there at a certain time and I usually don't get off when I am supposed to - just like a normal job. I do talk really dirty all weekend, but just like any job it becomes routine. My boss didn't look at me in the eyes all weekend. I think he knows that he screwed up when he touched me. I don't think we will have any more trouble, but if we do I am going to set him straight fast. On break I asked Katie, one of the girls that has been doing this a while, if she ever had any trouble. She turned a little red and knew what I was talking about right away. We went to the Waffle House after work and talked more. She said that when she started he leaned over her once and kissed her on the back of the neck. She is more outgoing than me and she bitched him out. After that they were ok.
I got my first paycheck on Friday and it was more than I could make in a month working the tables.