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I don't know what the fuck is going on, but work is getting hinky again. Two days in a row I punched at or shortly after five thirty. Missing people the last two days, had shit break the last two days (two items per day), and shit is taking way too long. Also, I'm seeing some shit pop up in yards a little bit earlier than usual. That can't be any damned good.
In other news, I made it to the gym today for the first time in almost two weeks. I thought I would struggle through it horribly. Quite the opposite. Part of the key? Instead of listening to music on the iPod while I rocked my 35 minutes on the elliptical, I had a movie going. Well, it was the BSG series finale to be exact. I got so busy watching the show that I didn't think about how long I'd been on the machine or how far I'd traveled. It was great.
Also, I'm not certain, but I think a cute little blonde in uber tight workout pants a couple of machines down was checking me out. Maybe, maybe not. But later in my head and when I talk about it to other people she will have been staring at me and practically drooling on herself.
i'm not bartending this Friday night. There are male strippers coming to the bar (I actually helped set it up for the owners) and Zeke, the other bartender and bar manager, and I are going to wait tables. I actually volunteered and told Zeke how bad ass it can be. A couple of the girls told us that there's no way in hell we should wear our uniform shirts. They think we should wear dress pants and bow ties and no shirts. I told them there was no way in hell I was going to do that. These girls think that just because there's naked men around that I should be half naked, too. I had to explain to them that being a fully clothed male in this situation would by no means be a detriment to my tip making abilities. Why? because the following will happen.
"Mo, take your shirt off, too!"
"No, I'm not taking my shirt off."
"Oh come on, Mo. Do it, baby!"
"Nope, sorry."
"I'll give you $20!"
"OK, maybe I'll take my shirt off for a little bit."
Yes, I know. I'm something of a man whore at times. but in a good, still faithful to his wife, kind of way.
In other news, I made it to the gym today for the first time in almost two weeks. I thought I would struggle through it horribly. Quite the opposite. Part of the key? Instead of listening to music on the iPod while I rocked my 35 minutes on the elliptical, I had a movie going. Well, it was the BSG series finale to be exact. I got so busy watching the show that I didn't think about how long I'd been on the machine or how far I'd traveled. It was great.
Also, I'm not certain, but I think a cute little blonde in uber tight workout pants a couple of machines down was checking me out. Maybe, maybe not. But later in my head and when I talk about it to other people she will have been staring at me and practically drooling on herself.
i'm not bartending this Friday night. There are male strippers coming to the bar (I actually helped set it up for the owners) and Zeke, the other bartender and bar manager, and I are going to wait tables. I actually volunteered and told Zeke how bad ass it can be. A couple of the girls told us that there's no way in hell we should wear our uniform shirts. They think we should wear dress pants and bow ties and no shirts. I told them there was no way in hell I was going to do that. These girls think that just because there's naked men around that I should be half naked, too. I had to explain to them that being a fully clothed male in this situation would by no means be a detriment to my tip making abilities. Why? because the following will happen.
"Mo, take your shirt off, too!"
"No, I'm not taking my shirt off."
"Oh come on, Mo. Do it, baby!"
"Nope, sorry."
"I'll give you $20!"
"OK, maybe I'll take my shirt off for a little bit."
Yes, I know. I'm something of a man whore at times. but in a good, still faithful to his wife, kind of way.