Vids, work, creepy bar
So, although it really took me a while to get into fanvids, now I'm hopelessly in love with lim. Seriously the vid "My Brilliant Idea" has to be one of the best things I've ever seen. And as a song from Rodney's POV could you honestly choose a better one? I think not.
Also seriously adore "This Is How It Works" although I'm scared shitless to read the fic that inspired it (it looks like the saddest thing I've never read, and those always put me in a weepy mood for at least a week).
So I was so in love with the first disc of SGA that I cannot conceive of NOT buying the whole thing, but good god I've bought enough tv to pay for food and housing for a thrid world child for at least three years already. I really don't need to buy any more.
Anyway I had my first night at a practically brand new restaurant tonight. And it was bad. It was bad in the sense that on a Friday night the girl who trained me had about seven tables all five hours I was there. And it was even worse cause before I left I packed my car full of shit to take back home which just happened to weigh a ton, then drove three and a half hours without air conditioning (it was a humid 85 degrees), then worked five hours, all on a pot of coffee and one bottle of water. All day. (Actually that's a lie. I had an orange as I was driving.) I was so dehydrated that my first night of work I had to sit down due to serious pains in my sides. I wouldn't have worried but my family is made up of a bunch of fainter, including myself.
So weird, but not bad, bit of work. I met a few servers and I recognized one of them. But when we talked there was absolutely no point at which I would have known the guy. Thankfully he's really nice and either likes me or likes me. I really don't care which at this point. Although it is nice to have a really nice guy like you.
So then we have to go into precisely how shit my trainer was. Nothing against the girl, but she trained me like I'd never served a table before, and I've been serving in a corporate restaurant for three years. No reason for that. Seriously the girl should have given me a code, thrown me in front of a screen and given me twenty minutes to figre out the computer system, then the next thirty minutes could have been spent going over the little disparities between stores. Instead I was her bitch (pardon the pharse) all night. And although I don't mind helping a fellow server out I really don't like being treated like a lap-dog. Especially when the trainer doesn't give me any tips at all. Call me crazy, but when I train I like to give my trainee anywhere from ten percent to fifty depending on what they do (granted if it's their first day training and all they do is shadow you all day, there's no reason to give them tips). When I dropped off food at someone else's table they, honest to god, said I was better than their server as I was walking away (they obviously didn't thinkI heard, but ears of a bat here) and I not only didn't have a clue what I was dropping off at their table, I wasn't even sure I was at the right table. Oh, and I told them it was my first day. So, in conclusion, I rock! And yes I love to toot my own horn.
So after work I was feeling pretty shitty. I went home, ate something and decided to try and find a new bar. I went to the local martini bar, and although ther drinks were decent there was an honest to god pirate in the corner, there were tons of pictures of naked or nearly naked women on the walls, ooh and the band was slaughtering Keith Urban (which was sad, when he played his own stuff it was ridiculously good). I finally left during his break when they were playing a remake of This Old Heart Of Mine. It was...painful. Seriously I cringed, and sighed, and groaned a couple times. That bad. I'm guessing the guy next to me thought I ate bad fish.
Anyhow, I'm going to rewatch vids by lim and possibly the first epi of SGA. Cause I'm naughty. And probably should eat something else. So I don't die of hunger and dehydration overnight. Yeah. Oh, also, one last thing. Since I was feeling so shitty at work the I misspoke. Possibly twice. And now the cooks are going to call me breast-girl. Talk about a shitty nickname. Although I still don't think it tops Cheetah Bitch.