10 hours after my last post about how wonderful my life was, I got fired from Señor Frog's. YOU CAN NEVER PLAN ANYTHING.

Carlitos hired an awesome new hostess, Crystal, who was a total go-getter, spoke English, Spanish, and Japanese, and also had an impressive C-cup. Working with her was a pleasure... except for the moment when, 2 hours later (just as I bent down to hide my tea cup under the hostess stand), Carlitos came up to me and said we needed to talk...

• Dusha, when are you leaving??? (he insisted on writing my name as Dusha on all the lists)
• Actually, I am going to stay for the next few weeks...

It became clear whose favor his decision was in... A Russian girl with an accent who is leaving, or an awesome new local girl who the whole restaurant is crazy about...

What was unclear was what he said next. "Dusha, you know... every day when I came to the restaurant, everyone was complaining about you... clients, staff... managers. Everyone was complaining." And he, poor guy, endured it all because he is, first and foremost, humane, and second... humane (quote). He wanted to give a poor Russian migrant a chance to earn money and not starve to death. He asked me not to be upset, but advised me to socialize more and say that I am from Scotland, not Russia... After that monologue, I couldn't even pick my jaw up off the floor. I liked the Scotland part the most. And I don't even know... there was no resentment, because I understood he was right. He lied a little, since there were no complaints - he would have scolded me immediately, pointing out what I did wrong... he didn't provide a single argument about when I messed up. But he was right that, as a manager, he made a smart decision. And what killed me... was that I am uncompetitive.

I spent the whole evening messing around, deciding what to do with my meaningless Hawaiian existence. Losing a job at the moment when you changed your return tickets, counting on the best... losing a job at the moment when your boyfriend, whom you don't see anyway because you're working or he's working, just got hired there... Losing a job because of the language, when 2 months ago you thought there were NO problems and pronounced 'can't' as 'kant', 'the' as 'ze', and 'thanks' as 'senks'. Yeah... and the main thing is that Carlitos was right.

All this happened on Saturday... and then... at night the condom broke, and all Sunday I walked around hating myself, until Monday, when everything changed very coolly again...