Got home from working at Job #2 last night/this morning at 3 a.m. I had one of the best Saturday nights at the casino that I've had in a long time. The beverage servers call weekends Amateur Night because that is when all of the small-time tourists (who don't tip for drinks) come in to gamble. Often high rollers avoid high-volume nights and weekends because they don't like crowds and want more personal attention and better service. And they know how to tip.
I warmed up some pan de sal that Tita Connie bought for me in a Filipino area of Queens when I was apartment hunting in New York last month. I've been preserving it in the freezer so that I wouldn't have to eat it all right away. Eating pan de sal in the morning with my brother and my aunts is one of my favorite memories from being in the Philippines as a child. It tastes great with butter.
I cannot wait to move to New York City, where pan de sal will no longer be the highlight of my night. Until then, it is now. And in my now, Job #3 starts in an hour and a half. I'm going to heat up a Lean Cuisine and get ready for work.
Seriously it's got to be better in New York.