Berry Expensive

So, I've been putting money away & paying off debt owed to my mother $50 at a time (& we decided that once the debt is paid, $50 thrown into the monthly budget from me might be a big help with things) & I still had a lot of money to myself. And I didn't think I'd spend it on what I spent it on at all. Mainly? Fruit. There are fruit arrangements that you pretty much have to walk past every time you go into Superfresh & we sit there & drool over them & try not to think about it because they all cost somewhere between $20 & $30. I got one with mango slices & kiwi slices & pineapple & cantaloupe & honeydew & Strawberries & Blueberries. Yummmmmm. Then I got cornbread & a pint of blueberries to munch.

Then I got my mother & I crabs for dinner. I do work at the Crackpot. I mask my jealousy every time I bring crabs to a table. I got our cheapest at $45 a dozen. And I got the one dish that tempts me to no end every time I pick it up in the kitchen. Witness my level of sophostication. It's not the fillet mignon, not the stuffed flounder or the beautifully presented clams, no. Buffalo wings. Every time. I walk into the kitchen & the smell of the hot sauce instantly makes my mouth water.

Then I went to the farmer's market yesterday & got blackberries. Oh yes. A lovely luxury. I LOVE blackberries. But they're always so expensive. At $5 a pint, I bought 4 pints. Call me crazy, but I love them & I had money & the farmer's market was in town & every once in a while, it's nice to pretend that if I want something, I can just have it. And that's what I did for those couple of days. I got what I wanted. It was great.

I also got inserts for my sneakers. After a week of waiting tables, my feet scream when they hit the floor in the morning. So I got arch supports. I put them in my shoes, walked into the Crackpot with my server uniform on & George of all people who spent the entire last shift teasing me about the guy I waited on who called me at the restaurant & asked me out (cause he thought I was 24 & not 18) - George was the one to see me & make fun of me. Apparently I was on call & didn't have to come in. But April, upon seeing me, asked if I would host for her. So I went home, changed into 'business casual' & returned to work. I don't like to 'dress up.' So everything I wore was actually my mother's. And I had to face the heat wearing a duster to cover up the fact that the pants were too big & I had to sinch them up in the back & the shirt was too small & wouldn't tuck in in the back. Looking good is just complicated for me. And on top of that, I wore heels & not the inserts. Ow.

And when I thought I'd be restocking my wallet, tucking more away, & making another $50 payment . . . I wound up getting no money. Host = no tips. Although instead of $3.08 an hour, I got 12 something an hour. So it'll be extra when my paycheck gets to me.