Jukebox hero, with stars in his eyes
Amber's off in Houston or somewhere like that at an A Perfect Circle concert, then to a party where there will be weed smoking around her. I don't like that much. Luckily I didn't go, but I miss her. What really sucks is that i'm off of work the days she is gone...so i'm about to go get my check and hang out with jarred. I might even wear a thong just for him. I'm kidding. I will wear it to make me feel sexy.
Ass Manager training got postponed because of lack of staffing, it is supposed to start back this week. Hopefully the whole charade that happened at work friday night won't be too detrimental to my advancement. I merely got stressed out and blew up, but luckily I didn't really blow up till I got to the back room. Punched the back door twice, bloodied up my hand. I'm okay though. Steve, Lavina's boss, was pretty ticked at me. That's not good. He even asked me if I was on drugs....well, his words were "What are you on, man? You look real jittery." That pissed me off, but he doesn't know that. It was because after I hit that door my hand was shaking pretty bad cuz it hurt. It made him think I was wigged out on some meth. Understandable, but still pisses me off nonetheless. I don't know if he believed me or not.
Lavina said I need to get a life, that I'm living and breathing Waffle House. I basically am, though. She said within a year I will hate Waffle House if I continue to go to work, go home, go to sleep, get up, go to work, etc. I even get called in on half my off days. But maybe she's right...I've been kind of on edge lately, and I *am* a bit over-obsessed with my work. Almost all of my waking hours are spent either at work or getting ready for it. I'm sure glad I got these three days off. It's been nice so far.
I've done quite a bit of killing this morning. I've been playing Quake 3 basically all night. That's been fun. I think I will go get some money now. I now make $3/hr waiting tables, plus tips, of course.
Later.
Ass Manager training got postponed because of lack of staffing, it is supposed to start back this week. Hopefully the whole charade that happened at work friday night won't be too detrimental to my advancement. I merely got stressed out and blew up, but luckily I didn't really blow up till I got to the back room. Punched the back door twice, bloodied up my hand. I'm okay though. Steve, Lavina's boss, was pretty ticked at me. That's not good. He even asked me if I was on drugs....well, his words were "What are you on, man? You look real jittery." That pissed me off, but he doesn't know that. It was because after I hit that door my hand was shaking pretty bad cuz it hurt. It made him think I was wigged out on some meth. Understandable, but still pisses me off nonetheless. I don't know if he believed me or not.
Lavina said I need to get a life, that I'm living and breathing Waffle House. I basically am, though. She said within a year I will hate Waffle House if I continue to go to work, go home, go to sleep, get up, go to work, etc. I even get called in on half my off days. But maybe she's right...I've been kind of on edge lately, and I *am* a bit over-obsessed with my work. Almost all of my waking hours are spent either at work or getting ready for it. I'm sure glad I got these three days off. It's been nice so far.
I've done quite a bit of killing this morning. I've been playing Quake 3 basically all night. That's been fun. I think I will go get some money now. I now make $3/hr waiting tables, plus tips, of course.
Later.