Same Shit. Again. Again. And then Again.
So, another winter storm on VD. And the power is out at my house. Again. So far it has only been out for about eight hours or so, but nonetheless I woke up this morning freezing and had to flush my toilet with a bucket. Now I am at a coffee house and my silly laptop plus external keyboard setup is not so conducive to using in public. Although it is all made better by the adorable grown-up-goth couple across from me. She's sketching and wearing fabulous hand-painted jeans and a cowboy hat with large plumage and no makeup. He's in all black, but it appears as if it was an accident, obviously a product of only owning black clothing, They are the kind of people that make goth and couples okay.
Last night my roommate took me out for a spirit lift to a local Mexican restaurant and music hall. The music was hawaiian slack key guitar, and it was a little strange. It was fun, and the margaritas and internal social commentary on the crowd of aging white hippies, a specialty of the area, all wearing hawaiian shirts and the women often had flowers tucked into their frizzy gray hair, helped. The highlight of the show for me was the great big musician dude, in a fairly tasteful shirt covered in hibiscus flowers. Especially when he was playing "Killing Me Softly" instrumentally on the ukulele. You just can't make shit that weird up. They also talked at length about using the GPS, if only to see how they pronounce hawaiian words. Apparently, when the GPS can't pronounce a street they just spell it out. You learn something new every day.
I am trying to take this power outage in stride. The last power outage ended with me getting a job after unsuccessful searching for a couple of weeks. Perhaps I will win the lottery this week when the outage is over. Or maybe UCSC will find money to take a photography student in my program. Something will improve, at least i hope so. It's been so depressing so far, and I'm really dreading tonight, even though we are doing an expensive menu and will be pretty busy, we are really overstaffed and I got stuck with the shittiest section, the upstairs section that mostly looks like a conference room, and is big drafty and cold. Not so cool. Hopefully I can use the temperature to my advantage, and get them drunk on expensive wine. But, I doubt it. I do know one thing, I refuse to be the one who gets cut, and I will fight tooth and nail to make sure I stay until closing. Especially seeing as how my schedule next week is not as full as I would like, and everyone else has more shifts than me. I am going to try to gain a Saturday shift, but I don't really see it happening. The girl who I covered for said she would so anything in return that I wanted, so i am going to see if that includes giving me a Saturday night shift that she was giving instead of me. I know that she has more experience than I do, but she isn't as smart or quick as I am and cannot multi-task as well. In my job history it seems that every other job sucks, but is short lived, and so I should only be at this awful place for another six weeks or so, if patterns are to be believed. Once I get my letter or recommendation I should be able to go somewhere else. I am just going to harass someone until they hire me, which is essentially how I got my last job. I am just sick of being pissed off and sick of working my ass off to get screwed. It gets old. I can only hope that the power is back on when I get back home, because I need a shower. Desperately. I didn't take one last night because I thought it would do me more good today, but last night I had power, so I should have just stayed up that extra fifteen minutes, when I was up anyway, and showered.
So, now is the moment of truth, i am going to drive back up the hill and check out the power situation. But first, lets go and see if I won the lottery.....
Last night my roommate took me out for a spirit lift to a local Mexican restaurant and music hall. The music was hawaiian slack key guitar, and it was a little strange. It was fun, and the margaritas and internal social commentary on the crowd of aging white hippies, a specialty of the area, all wearing hawaiian shirts and the women often had flowers tucked into their frizzy gray hair, helped. The highlight of the show for me was the great big musician dude, in a fairly tasteful shirt covered in hibiscus flowers. Especially when he was playing "Killing Me Softly" instrumentally on the ukulele. You just can't make shit that weird up. They also talked at length about using the GPS, if only to see how they pronounce hawaiian words. Apparently, when the GPS can't pronounce a street they just spell it out. You learn something new every day.
I am trying to take this power outage in stride. The last power outage ended with me getting a job after unsuccessful searching for a couple of weeks. Perhaps I will win the lottery this week when the outage is over. Or maybe UCSC will find money to take a photography student in my program. Something will improve, at least i hope so. It's been so depressing so far, and I'm really dreading tonight, even though we are doing an expensive menu and will be pretty busy, we are really overstaffed and I got stuck with the shittiest section, the upstairs section that mostly looks like a conference room, and is big drafty and cold. Not so cool. Hopefully I can use the temperature to my advantage, and get them drunk on expensive wine. But, I doubt it. I do know one thing, I refuse to be the one who gets cut, and I will fight tooth and nail to make sure I stay until closing. Especially seeing as how my schedule next week is not as full as I would like, and everyone else has more shifts than me. I am going to try to gain a Saturday shift, but I don't really see it happening. The girl who I covered for said she would so anything in return that I wanted, so i am going to see if that includes giving me a Saturday night shift that she was giving instead of me. I know that she has more experience than I do, but she isn't as smart or quick as I am and cannot multi-task as well. In my job history it seems that every other job sucks, but is short lived, and so I should only be at this awful place for another six weeks or so, if patterns are to be believed. Once I get my letter or recommendation I should be able to go somewhere else. I am just going to harass someone until they hire me, which is essentially how I got my last job. I am just sick of being pissed off and sick of working my ass off to get screwed. It gets old. I can only hope that the power is back on when I get back home, because I need a shower. Desperately. I didn't take one last night because I thought it would do me more good today, but last night I had power, so I should have just stayed up that extra fifteen minutes, when I was up anyway, and showered.
So, now is the moment of truth, i am going to drive back up the hill and check out the power situation. But first, lets go and see if I won the lottery.....