Dec 07, 2005 18:42
My boss called me at ten o'clock, as I was about to go to bed so I could work the morning shift without falling over in exhastion, to ask if I'd be willing to work third shift, and train someone else. I did it, because it was money, but damn. I'd been up since 7:30 that morning and ended up being at work till 6:00 the next morning. At that, I haven't worked there in two years, and he had me train someone to work a shift I never worked. It was a whole lot of guessing since third shift is particularly difficult, what with all the donuts that need to be made before the morning. Luckily, I still remembered how everything was made, so it went well.
My sleep schedule is kind of fucked up right now since bedtime comes at about 6AM. I haven't had a whole lot of time to do much, since my afternoon is when everyone is asleep and I need to be quiet. A few of my friends took me out to karaoke last night though, and I did my best heroin era Eric Clapton impression and brought down the bar with my "Sunshine of Your Love". Or was that right before heroin came into play? He was on something at any rate.
It was a good time, except Ashley decided some older guy was really cute and became hell bent on attracting him. It worked, much to my dismay (apparently, guys like it when you pretend you don't know how to play pool?), and we met Stephen. Just so you know, Stephen is 30 years old, didn't say anything if we asked if he had a job, and isn't half as hilarious as Ashley made him out to be. And just so you know, my group of friends at the bar had ages between 18 and 20, Ashley being the only 20 year old. I am 19 years old, I will be 20 in February, and Ashley is only a few months older than me. At my age I can't imagine why any girl near my age would want a guy so much older. Granted, 30 isn't old, but it's old enough that they wouldn't have a whole lot to talk about in this point of their lives, unless he's really, really immature (he is) and she's really, really mature (she isn't).
But it's fine. Ashley's relationships always pan out the same. She goes on a date, they go back to his place, they fuck, then she finds out that she shouldn't have fucked him. She cries about it to me for a few days, I tell her "Well, he wasn't a good guy anyway, you can do better," and she never fails to bring home worse the next time around.
These things happen when I come home though. It's what my friends choose to do, and I'll deal with it. I got a free meal out of the ordeal, and I did have a good time. I just wish she'd listen to me, just once, and stop it with her hackneyed logic.
Read Rob's journal. Pippi is your new god.