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150 Customers. 1 food runner.Restaurant-goers: 1000000000000000000000000000000000Food Runner : 0I managed to put a face on stress this evening. Stress is when you trip carrying six servings of an expensive appetizer up a flight of stairs and everyone lands face down on the floor. Stress is when you tell the chef what happened (I've never heard a person his age use the word 'fuck' so many times. He used it more in that thirty second period than I did all day.) But all is well that ends well, and tonight ended well indeed. scott (his name does not deserve capitalization) didn't even have a snide comment as an adjuct (haha. I just used a vocab word. Eat that!) to my clocking out, but that may have resulted from the lovely girl for whom he and a waiter were getting drinks. I only work there.The rest of the day was decent indeed. The pepper painting in studio came out do ridiculously awfully that it had to be cropped to a sixth of its original size to attain laughability. Confidence waining.Getting very excited about Carnegie Mellon and Pittsburg and everything else next year-related but i should not get my hopes up. I am neither intellectually nor artistically capable of obtaining entry to that high brow institution, but, hell, why not dream?I want a motorcycle.Goodnight and cheers to you all.