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Sooo no one knows me or cares who I am, but I don't think that's really the point of me writing anything anyway. I'm bored with nothing else to do. Well. I suppose I should be role playing with my new role play partner, but I am shirking my duties in favor or putzin' around the internet. Huzzah, huzzah.
Anywho, the University of Illinois and life in general is giving me a bit of a hard time, so I'm feeling a bit depressed. Also, my mother wants me to help her at her office all the time now, and though I do need money, I hate working there, so I am less than willing. I wish colonial would just give me some fucking waitressing hours.
The 'cafe' I work at has been shafting me like crazy lately and its too late in the summer to do anything about it in general, so I'm just griting my teeth and taking the few, grueling low-paid hours of ice cream scooping as opposed to my usual few hours of grueling, better paid waitressing. My job just sucks in general. The only bright side is that when I'm on ice cream duty and there's no one in the restaurant I can just sit back there and eat ice cream and the various candy toppings. Also, I've been scheduled lately with a hostess named Brittney, who's a doll, so we have a great time eating ice cream and talking when its not busy.
Also, we have gotten a venus flytrap at colonial, I'm assuming to try and kill off our fruit fly problem. They love all the fruit flavored syrups for the drinks and the ice cream toppings. Its the tiniest excuse of a venus flytrap that I've ever seen. Brittney and I have named it Calipso, but I'm going to talk to her about changing it to "Audrey III" when I work with her next (which will probably be saturday.) We spent last Sunday hunting for fruitflies(because, lets face it, that puny plant couldn't attract a starving fruitfly if it was the last plant on earth, let along sitting next to giant buckets of raspberry syrup) and fussing over Calipso until we got our dinner/icecream rush and actually had to do work.
Well, I think that's all I feel like talking about right now, and I think it's a respectable first post, if rather abrupt and confusing to anyone who doesn't already know me. Which is everyone who'll be reading this journal. But that's okay. Because, likely enough, no one will ever read this. And I'll probably never post here again anyway.
Ta!
Anywho, the University of Illinois and life in general is giving me a bit of a hard time, so I'm feeling a bit depressed. Also, my mother wants me to help her at her office all the time now, and though I do need money, I hate working there, so I am less than willing. I wish colonial would just give me some fucking waitressing hours.
The 'cafe' I work at has been shafting me like crazy lately and its too late in the summer to do anything about it in general, so I'm just griting my teeth and taking the few, grueling low-paid hours of ice cream scooping as opposed to my usual few hours of grueling, better paid waitressing. My job just sucks in general. The only bright side is that when I'm on ice cream duty and there's no one in the restaurant I can just sit back there and eat ice cream and the various candy toppings. Also, I've been scheduled lately with a hostess named Brittney, who's a doll, so we have a great time eating ice cream and talking when its not busy.
Also, we have gotten a venus flytrap at colonial, I'm assuming to try and kill off our fruit fly problem. They love all the fruit flavored syrups for the drinks and the ice cream toppings. Its the tiniest excuse of a venus flytrap that I've ever seen. Brittney and I have named it Calipso, but I'm going to talk to her about changing it to "Audrey III" when I work with her next (which will probably be saturday.) We spent last Sunday hunting for fruitflies(because, lets face it, that puny plant couldn't attract a starving fruitfly if it was the last plant on earth, let along sitting next to giant buckets of raspberry syrup) and fussing over Calipso until we got our dinner/icecream rush and actually had to do work.
Well, I think that's all I feel like talking about right now, and I think it's a respectable first post, if rather abrupt and confusing to anyone who doesn't already know me. Which is everyone who'll be reading this journal. But that's okay. Because, likely enough, no one will ever read this. And I'll probably never post here again anyway.
Ta!