longest post ever...to make up for previouslack of posting...wrestle with your conscience...
Friday:
A barista walks into a Starbucks one morning with her nails painted blue and white socks, neither one of which is allowed in Starbucks dress code. This is supposed to be her last day of work so she couldn't care less. She was going to dye her hair blue too... but that just seemed like overkill.
All of a sudden, the power goes out. She ushers all the customers outside, sets up a small stand for coffee and muffins and waits to inform people of the tragedy that Starbucks is closed until the power is fixed.
One customer asks, 'Well do you know when the power is going to come back on? I have to use the bathroom?'
The barista replies ' Well you know Rita, I just thought I would play around with the breakers back there and throw the power off for a little while, spice things up a bit here at work. I'm hoping a hot hydro man will come and fix it.'
Rita, the customer says 'well gosh, you don't need to be so cranky about it, just asking'.
The baristas manager comes up, seeing all this commotion and asks the barista into the back room. Thinking, it's her last day, what does it matter she complies. He then offers her a promotion to part-time assistant manager. .... awkward.
And that's the story of why I'm am still at my shitty job at Starbucks.... but at least it pays really well now.
In other news,
I meet my birth mom on Friday..... I'm...nervous.... as... hell.....
Like really, there few things I'm afraid of. Jumping off the high dock at my grandparents cottage (not other high things, just that one), relationships, leather pants on straight men...or just in general, and this... meeting my mom. It's scary.... uh, ya.
I move in like two weeks, and luckily haven't unpacked from my last move. 30 Russell here I come :)! It's going to be awesome.
Tim the sketchy man I met at Barrymore's hasn't called me in two days which frankly is excellent, cuz I was feeling mildly claustrophobic. K... he's not sketchy I am, oy vey. Is it such a crime to want a really casual relationship? And why is this so hard to come by? It seems to only go one of two ways. Either the guy is so super interested in you that you're all of a sudden in this 'relationship' where you're boyfriend and girlfriend and are supposed to be madly in love with each other... when really you just made out for the first time and should probably just calm your nerves and see where things go. Or the guy just isn’t interested at all, you’re just as interesting as comparing two different brands of cinnamon gum. What ever happened to just 'dating' someone, and not really being attached. Not boyfriend and girlfriend, but not sleeping around like you want to catch some disease. Did this ever exist? Cuz if not, it should.
I've noticed I do this thing with guys I'm seeing, where after they get to know me a bit I start making over lapping plans with them. In other words I plan something with them, then plan something with a friend that will very obviously overlap their plans in some way. I don't do it on purpose... I don't think... but I also make no effort to fix it. I'm not sure why. It's a bit ridiculous though. Depending on how well the guy knows me before we start seeing each other the longer it seems to take.
I started to do it with 'four days' mike, and we knew each other pretty well before we started dating. I'm doing it with Tim, it's taken a while though. Jay used to joke about how he would almost never spend time with just me except for a hour here or there for the first like three months we were dating. Clearly there is some pattern here.... oy vey. What am I doing? Am I testing them? Am I trying to drive them crazy? Do I want them to lose interest? Like... wtf? Clearly girls are crazy.
It's not that I don't like them, cuz I usually do. Well, as far as I can remember. I'm the worst date ever :p. Mike Benson theorised it was a fear of 'alone time'..... ya, that's definitely not the problem. Fear of talking was another one.... which could be the problem... but why be afraid of that? Also, I have a knack for not calling regularly until their in 'official boyfriend territory'... which generally means three months. So, to date me apparently you must go through three months of me being the sketchiest, shittiest date ever, then I'll turn into a mediocre girlfriend...... who knows more about hockey and economics than you. BLAH!.... this needs some work.