Work, work, work!

Not only are Brian and I working our butts off on the apartment with painting and moving furniture, but I have ten days to make the money I need for my monthly bills and my trip to Ireland. I'm going to be so dead by Thanksgiving!! One of our sister stores is looking for servers to pick up shifts so whenever I'm not working at my store I'm going to try and head over there. Ugh. The people that eat there completely suck and I'm not going to know anyone, but what's a few days of hell to a week and half in Ireland/England right? I'm just going to have to keep telling myself that over and over and over. It's gonna be rough but I think I can make it. I hope!!!