Parades and Funerals
This week I made more money on Wednesday than I made all weekend.....very odd. The weather was beautiful and there was a parade downtown but still no luck. This was supposed to be a killer week too. My best friend/potential housemate/chick on the sofa had to go to a funeral this week. She and her worser half left on Tuesday. And that was a fiasco in itself. I was supposed to have El Mariachi and Desperado on DVD (borrowed from a friend) already but that didn't materialise. So, okay I didn't need them yet, Once Upon A Time In Mexico hadn't arrived yet either and everything was still cool and fruity. My sister was supposed to leave Wednesday afternoon and I was going to spend the evening in my suddenly abandoned house watching Robert Rodriguez movies. Does she leave? No. Bitch. Not that it matters because I don't get Mariachi and Desperado until Thursday evening. But, I have shit to do on Thursdays. Like get dinner with Will and Aerial, get ahold of Josh to get those movies, go the mediocre show at Outback and then see 21 Grams at the Jefferson. So, Will and I attempt to make a night of it on Friday. Good plan. Katy and Chris are back and so is Meggie, but on the plus side Friday is the traditional (theme) movie night. I am whipped though from working hard and not getting enough sleep so I fall asleep during Desperado. Damn. Tried to get through Once Upon A Time on Saturday but same problem and I invited a friend and I was asleep before he even got there. Luckily he is a freak and instead of being pissed he thinks that shit is cute or something. Guys are insane. Tomorrow I do not have to work and Josh won't be back to collect his movies until Tuesday so I am going to watch the tail ends of Desperado and Once Upon A Time with my cold and rainy day off. Yea! I require closure. So the week didn't go as planned however the weekend was looking bright too. Parades and great weather and shit. Big money! Nope. Friday I worked like immigrant but I made shit. Why? Not very many people but all of them needy and useless. And that motif continued all weekend. Leading me to the conclusion that not only do they not teach spelling, grammar, punctuation or vocabulary in school they also do not teach children the purpose of language. Communication. I had more people have issues with things this weekend and it was all shit they didn't specify. :Hands person food: *Sad face* "Oh, I don't really like peppers" (ummm, this is a philly cheese, they ALL come with peppers, everywhere) "I guess I forgot to mention that.....Would it take long for the kitchen to remake it?" "About twenty minutes (the same amount of time it took to make it in the first place)" "Oh, that is too long.....are you sure?" What is wrong with these people. I also had three people order food to-go when they ordered their meal and did they not mention that is was to-go so, when I brought it they were all upset "Oh, we needed those to go." Theme: Aren't you that psychic waitress? So, I get to-go boxes and package the food and then they are annoyed that the food will be cold. Hey, shithead, that is so totally not my fault or my problem. And, no, we will not remake it for someone that isn't even here. Also the parade. Small children cause a time perception warp. Food that takes fifteen minutes seems to take an hour when you have a small child with you. And therefore the parents all tip like their food took an extravagantly long time. And they let the little fuckers run around and try to get the waitress to trip and fall in the fountain. I cannot see a three year old lying on the ground with his toy plane when I am carrying large trays of food. Chairs people, use the chairs and stay out of the way. Besides this is the floor of a bar. Outdoors though it is, those bricks are soaked with puke and beer. Ugh. And somehow the parade brought the old snotty people out of the woodwork as well. Old people tip about 10%, 15% if they like you. They also blow goats and are very picky. And Sunday. Rain. No customers. Apparently these issues continued into the evenings, because all the night waitresses were complaining about the same shit. But, the kitchen ruled and they were all fabulous. Which is amazing because one of the cooks won't come to work (and is malingering) and may be fired. He is faking an injury and saying he got it in the kitchen. So, the other cook had logged 72 hours when he got off yesterday evening (Sunday) and he is working this morning. He deserves a reward of some kind. I think I'll buy him a beer and make him cookies.
Back to Katy's funeral trip. My sister decided instead of letting Katy change her oil, get her car inspected and pack for her trip, that shopping was the order of the day. This was Tuesday and Meg had said that she would watch her own kid but that she needed an hour in the morning to run the dry cleaning. Katy offered to do it but Meg demurred. This is a bad sign. Unfortunately Katy hasn't lived with Meg as long as I have. If she says she is running an errand that you could easily accomplish and you are going out anyway so you offer to run her errand and she refuses she is up to something and she needs that errand as an excuse for being out of the house. Once she leaves you won't see her for hours. So Kate gets the inspection in the morning returns to watch the baby for an hour while Meggie runs her errands. Meg returns four and half hours later. I lost it and blew up all over my sister. Meggie started crying, saying that it wasn't her fault. The credit card didn't work so she had to go pick up another one from Mom and Mom asked her to open a new storage space and she was waiting there for an hour and blah blah blah blah. And she didn't realize that Katy still had preparations to make for her "funeral-thing." And apparently she also didn't realize that is takes six hours to drive to Pittsburg. She ran upstairs to cry to Mom and I went outside to help Katy clean out the car. On the way there I saw some bright colours out of the corner of my eye as we passed Meg's car. What could that be? Is it shopping bags from the mall? It is and since Meg doesn't have a job that means that she used Mom's cards that she was supposed to be using for storage spaces and dry-cleaning. Another and much meaner bout of Anne losing her shit. Very cathartic. It also had the other bonus of, not only lowering my blood-pressure but, Meg is not speaking to me. So, not only is she avoiding me like SARS but I also have an excuse to leave her out of grocery shopping and dinner. I am in charge of feeding my family and Meg can't cook. So I didn't buy her food that she likes and/or can prepare when I grocery shopped and I made stuffed pork chops tonight.....one for Mom and one for Skippy and that was all.....two portions of all side dishes too. I went out with Robby and had a great time....he payed which caused me momentary dismay. What is this? A date? Dude, you need to tell me this shit so I know what I am getting into. But I think it was a spur of the moment decision because he let me peruse the bill and start adding up my half. So, now I can breathe easy and I am like $20 richer that I would have been. If you are still reading this shit I will now reveal that I am awake at this hour for a reason. I fell asleep in the chair watching movies (a recurring theme in my life and quite possibly my dominant paradigm) while the apples were macerating. Oops. No harm done. However it did mean that I got the apple pie in the oven at 5:30am. So, I just pulled it out and it will be ready to eat at 10:20am. And this journal has served the purpose of me complaining and bitching and keeping me awake while the pie baked. After I wake up I will do the dishes and make white/wheat swirl bread and chocolate-chip caramel-chunk cookies. Rainy days are good for that kind of shit. And then we are looking at houses. We found a few that are fabulously priced, in good neighbourhoods, large enough, take pets and have yards for them, and are close enough to downtown. And they are available immediately. Things might be looking up.....to soon to tell but it could happen. Have a great Monday (or whatever day you read this shit)!
Anne
Back to Katy's funeral trip. My sister decided instead of letting Katy change her oil, get her car inspected and pack for her trip, that shopping was the order of the day. This was Tuesday and Meg had said that she would watch her own kid but that she needed an hour in the morning to run the dry cleaning. Katy offered to do it but Meg demurred. This is a bad sign. Unfortunately Katy hasn't lived with Meg as long as I have. If she says she is running an errand that you could easily accomplish and you are going out anyway so you offer to run her errand and she refuses she is up to something and she needs that errand as an excuse for being out of the house. Once she leaves you won't see her for hours. So Kate gets the inspection in the morning returns to watch the baby for an hour while Meggie runs her errands. Meg returns four and half hours later. I lost it and blew up all over my sister. Meggie started crying, saying that it wasn't her fault. The credit card didn't work so she had to go pick up another one from Mom and Mom asked her to open a new storage space and she was waiting there for an hour and blah blah blah blah. And she didn't realize that Katy still had preparations to make for her "funeral-thing." And apparently she also didn't realize that is takes six hours to drive to Pittsburg. She ran upstairs to cry to Mom and I went outside to help Katy clean out the car. On the way there I saw some bright colours out of the corner of my eye as we passed Meg's car. What could that be? Is it shopping bags from the mall? It is and since Meg doesn't have a job that means that she used Mom's cards that she was supposed to be using for storage spaces and dry-cleaning. Another and much meaner bout of Anne losing her shit. Very cathartic. It also had the other bonus of, not only lowering my blood-pressure but, Meg is not speaking to me. So, not only is she avoiding me like SARS but I also have an excuse to leave her out of grocery shopping and dinner. I am in charge of feeding my family and Meg can't cook. So I didn't buy her food that she likes and/or can prepare when I grocery shopped and I made stuffed pork chops tonight.....one for Mom and one for Skippy and that was all.....two portions of all side dishes too. I went out with Robby and had a great time....he payed which caused me momentary dismay. What is this? A date? Dude, you need to tell me this shit so I know what I am getting into. But I think it was a spur of the moment decision because he let me peruse the bill and start adding up my half. So, now I can breathe easy and I am like $20 richer that I would have been. If you are still reading this shit I will now reveal that I am awake at this hour for a reason. I fell asleep in the chair watching movies (a recurring theme in my life and quite possibly my dominant paradigm) while the apples were macerating. Oops. No harm done. However it did mean that I got the apple pie in the oven at 5:30am. So, I just pulled it out and it will be ready to eat at 10:20am. And this journal has served the purpose of me complaining and bitching and keeping me awake while the pie baked. After I wake up I will do the dishes and make white/wheat swirl bread and chocolate-chip caramel-chunk cookies. Rainy days are good for that kind of shit. And then we are looking at houses. We found a few that are fabulously priced, in good neighbourhoods, large enough, take pets and have yards for them, and are close enough to downtown. And they are available immediately. Things might be looking up.....to soon to tell but it could happen. Have a great Monday (or whatever day you read this shit)!
Anne