Tomorrow I'll confront Antonio to make sure I'm paid in full; if not, I'll take off my apron and walk out. We agreed to ninety dollars per day. He owes me $510. I'm not working there as a volunteer, to make friends, nor because of my love of food presentation; I'm working there for a paycheck. FFS, I will not work for free.
And honestly, I could use another day off. I emptied my storage unit today and I need to unpack and make my home an actual home to me. So far, I have my bed assembled and comfortable. I'm laying in it now and I can't wait to go to sleep.
In fact... goodnight, LJ.