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						Well, It's 3:08 Saturday morning.  I've just finished another day of busting my ass, but only this time, I was on my "A" game.  I'm a former bartender, but having just moved from San Antonio, Texas, I've had to move back down to a cocktail server...in what I would call a very bad area to be a cocktail server, downtown Jacksonville Florida.
 The day started off good enough, I was more then excited about this Saturday, about to begin my first real attempt at building a bankroll, feeling like I was finally really going to begin my life. I mean, how can I not help but to be excited, the way I had arrived to this point, to me it almost feels like this is where I was meant to be.
 
 Well, the day started off good enough, I was able to get a $70 tip off a $170 tab, than a $40 tip off a $130 tab.  The next tab was only $20, but I still got 30%...that wouldn't last though.  I had those guest who couldn't be satisfied no matter how hard I tried, and believe me, I tried...but still, you couldn't break my spirits, as tomorrow, I was going to be what I wanted to be.  A poker player, grinding it out.  So I was everywhere, I am more than positive nobody worked harder than me today, as it's been a while since I have felt like this.
 
 Luckily, as ironic as that sounds, I won't be starting this journey by my lonesome...
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