One week until the big swim, and nerves are beginning to set in. I actually wasn’t really nervous at all until I picked up my wetsuit today–a full body, sleeveless piece of rubber. (I look hilarious in it, by the way. Like a big, freaking seal.) There was another girl at the counter, returning…
In other service industry news, and updating an earlier post from this week, all charges have dropped against the man jailed for not leaving a big enough tip. Apparently, the “automatic tip” is only enforceable when it is labeled a “service charge” or “surcharge.” Though I don’t think I would quibble with the manager…