Commercials
It's gotten to the point where I'm not just irritated that my shows are interrupted by advertisements for crap that I don't need. It's past the point where I want to find and tell the person that came up with these ridiculous concepts for these commercials and tell them how stupid they are. I actually get angry because of these commercials, and I fantasize about hurting these people physically, even killing them in savage ways. Is it just me getting angrier, or commercials getting dumber?
Tomorrow is my first day off all week. Today I carried trays for the first time. It is difficult. And as one guy said "everybody drops a tray." Several people told me repeatedly today that I should expect to drop a tray. The only goal is not to get shit on the guests. "Don't even try to save it," they said. I am not looking forward to this, because I'm sure in such an instance, my natural reflexes will prompt me to shout a vulgarity, which may result in my termination.
I actually ate there today too. For 6 bucks I had an 8oz steak, french fried onions, a drink and some beer bread, all of which was very good.
This asian waitress was telling us today of how her relatives call her fat. She went to a wedding one time, and they told her if she lost some weight she could land herself a husband too. She was 19 at the time. She said that her family considers a size 2 a fatty; she is a size four. I think this girl has a crush on me.
I think the girl who trained me today likes me too. She stood very close to me today, as if she was trying to press her boobs on me. On the other hand she has really big tits. Whatever.
There is this other waiter there named Jeff, and he looks exactly like Jeff Salinas, only with dark hair. It's fuckin weird. Yesterday it felt like he was glaring at me, or eyeing me with suspicion. But today I earned his respect. He asked me to wipe the hanging lamps with this puffy duster thing on a pole, and when I was done, I asked him "so what do I do with with this furry turd on a stick." He laughed. I guess this means we are friends.
"Why Earl, does this mean we're not friends anymore? IfI thought that we couldn't be friends anymore, why, I don't think I could bear it."
I'm Doc Holiday bitch.
I have started reading again. Voltaire. I've been so busy with my job this week I haven't had time. Every night I've had to study. I feel like I'm high school again. For this though, it feels much more rewarding.
Lauren has 4 of her little friends over to spend the night. They are in the kitchen. They're really loud. But I'm glad she has friends. I didn't have friends when I was her age.
Maybe she won't lose all of her friends either.
Tomorrow is my first day off all week. Today I carried trays for the first time. It is difficult. And as one guy said "everybody drops a tray." Several people told me repeatedly today that I should expect to drop a tray. The only goal is not to get shit on the guests. "Don't even try to save it," they said. I am not looking forward to this, because I'm sure in such an instance, my natural reflexes will prompt me to shout a vulgarity, which may result in my termination.
I actually ate there today too. For 6 bucks I had an 8oz steak, french fried onions, a drink and some beer bread, all of which was very good.
This asian waitress was telling us today of how her relatives call her fat. She went to a wedding one time, and they told her if she lost some weight she could land herself a husband too. She was 19 at the time. She said that her family considers a size 2 a fatty; she is a size four. I think this girl has a crush on me.
I think the girl who trained me today likes me too. She stood very close to me today, as if she was trying to press her boobs on me. On the other hand she has really big tits. Whatever.
There is this other waiter there named Jeff, and he looks exactly like Jeff Salinas, only with dark hair. It's fuckin weird. Yesterday it felt like he was glaring at me, or eyeing me with suspicion. But today I earned his respect. He asked me to wipe the hanging lamps with this puffy duster thing on a pole, and when I was done, I asked him "so what do I do with with this furry turd on a stick." He laughed. I guess this means we are friends.
"Why Earl, does this mean we're not friends anymore? IfI thought that we couldn't be friends anymore, why, I don't think I could bear it."
I'm Doc Holiday bitch.
I have started reading again. Voltaire. I've been so busy with my job this week I haven't had time. Every night I've had to study. I feel like I'm high school again. For this though, it feels much more rewarding.
Lauren has 4 of her little friends over to spend the night. They are in the kitchen. They're really loud. But I'm glad she has friends. I didn't have friends when I was her age.
Maybe she won't lose all of her friends either.