Work and more work

I am so damn tired today. I worked a double shift and I still did't make enough money to pay the bills I have due. I work as a waiter and I survive on tips... that is when the clients have money, which lately they don't have. I hate this monetary system and the way it all works. No matter how much I work and how much effort I put into it I still can't make enough money to feel financially stable. I am trying to get into art school and I will need a huge budget just for the supplies and I am not even counting the cost per credit.

Ohh well... I guess I will figure something out, life must go on.

Here are some sketches that remind me of work.
This I made to represent how in our jobs we must try to keep things running while staying in the same place. It doesn't make much sense to me, we should be working to move forward. It all ends up in a weird blur in my head when I try to think about it.

This drawing I made about my clients, they look like that sometimes.

Why do fat ladies think that they can treat waiters like shit? I don't know why but most fat ladies in their mid 40 that come into the restaurant will treat me like crap and expect me to be polite to them, as if I am some kind of slave or brainless robot that must obey them.