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Things are kinda sorta, maybe looking up with the house. We shall see.
I'm seeing an 19 year old. Dr.Evans asked me how my party was over the weekend..you know..the one at Peter Piper Pizza! *hardyhar*. Chad asked me if i let him play in the play area when i took him to McDonalds. That got him a hard punch on the shoulder. Woulda punched him in the face but..:P ANYWAY, he's 19 and i let him play all he wants..wherever he wants. And the party was fabulous - half naked guys, singing Mariah Carey. There was more faggotry in that single party than i think i've seen my entire life combined :P And i've seen a lot of gay shit..
I'm stressing about work. My co-worker is going to afternoon classes, and doc wants me to trade her time to me working afternoons, her working mornings. He still needs to hire a morning person. Why..oh why..not keep me mornings as a tech/kennel assistant and have me do reception in the afternoon? Oh no..that would make too much sense! Instead he would like i work from 2-6 everyday..thus making it even MORE impossible to get a second job. I told him today this can't work for me. I have to work mornings and thats it..cause i HAVE to have a second job to pay the fucking bills.
I might be working at Denny's again. In fact the chances are pretty damn high. I'll find out tomorrow. Money wont be the BEST..but i'm a far better people person than i was in 2005, i'll kick ass, take names..and start making good tips soon. And i know everyone there, know the entire restaurant...it'll be good. Except for Romana..but i leave that outside of work. Fuck, i'm almost willing to go up to her and say "Lets just make peace. I don't want to be your friend..but we CAN be peaceful"..but fuck it. She's one of those prissy, high and mighty "You're dead to me!" kinda Europeans. And i can't blame her..i usually go by that "you're dead to me!" mindset aswell..however unhealthy it may be.
I'm seeing an 19 year old. Dr.Evans asked me how my party was over the weekend..you know..the one at Peter Piper Pizza! *hardyhar*. Chad asked me if i let him play in the play area when i took him to McDonalds. That got him a hard punch on the shoulder. Woulda punched him in the face but..:P ANYWAY, he's 19 and i let him play all he wants..wherever he wants. And the party was fabulous - half naked guys, singing Mariah Carey. There was more faggotry in that single party than i think i've seen my entire life combined :P And i've seen a lot of gay shit..
I'm stressing about work. My co-worker is going to afternoon classes, and doc wants me to trade her time to me working afternoons, her working mornings. He still needs to hire a morning person. Why..oh why..not keep me mornings as a tech/kennel assistant and have me do reception in the afternoon? Oh no..that would make too much sense! Instead he would like i work from 2-6 everyday..thus making it even MORE impossible to get a second job. I told him today this can't work for me. I have to work mornings and thats it..cause i HAVE to have a second job to pay the fucking bills.
I might be working at Denny's again. In fact the chances are pretty damn high. I'll find out tomorrow. Money wont be the BEST..but i'm a far better people person than i was in 2005, i'll kick ass, take names..and start making good tips soon. And i know everyone there, know the entire restaurant...it'll be good. Except for Romana..but i leave that outside of work. Fuck, i'm almost willing to go up to her and say "Lets just make peace. I don't want to be your friend..but we CAN be peaceful"..but fuck it. She's one of those prissy, high and mighty "You're dead to me!" kinda Europeans. And i can't blame her..i usually go by that "you're dead to me!" mindset aswell..however unhealthy it may be.