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Holy crap.
It's my last week managing Galactic. Five more days until I'm relieved of this nonsense and back to my standard kitchen bitch wages. That's okay. I took my job back at Babani's, and they're treating me so much better already. I opened up the shop yesterday, and it relieved me to see that nothing has changed as far as the dynamic goes. I started listing off all the opening chores to Sepal, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. While I was doing this, Maha came up behind me to smack me on the back of the head and say, "You forget your job already?" It was funny. I quit two years ago, and just wanted to recap. Guess you had to be there. As soon as I finished setting everything up, Sepal told me to get myself some food and have lunch. What a refreshing change of pace.
We closed up after an hour, because no one came in. Labor day plus RNC equals, well, nothing as far as the restaurant was concerned. I finished a few crosswords, so it wasn't a total waste of bus fare. After locking up, I figured I would go check out the shenanigans with the protesters, since I was in the area and now had the afternoon free. I wound up falling into step with some anarchists, and the first half of the game was pretty cool. Then things started getting uncomfortable. I knew I was out when this angry woman with patched pants started chewing this other marcher right out because he brought a flag, calling it an abomination that kills women and minorities by the millions all over the planet and something only suitable for burning or wiping one's ass with. I guess freedom of speech is only okay when she uses it. In the guy's defense, I doubt he knew who he was walking with. Personally speaking, it's a matter of personal opinion. But I do hope she lights the flag on fire before she uses it in lieu of toilet paper. Toilet paper is cheaper than flags, anyway.
As soon as I saw the first window get broken, I fell back. I didn't want to end up beaten up by one of my friends.
There was a riot again tonight on St. Peter. Same block as the restaurant. Five minutes before close. I still had tables. I locked the door and dropped the blinds a bit for lack of any better ideas on how to deal with the situation. Dinner and a show.
I figured they suspended the buses again, so I just hoofed it up to Rice and University and hopped on. This was the conversation I had before burying my face in my crosswords again:
Dude: Watch it. It's still not safe to wear your bandanna.
Mo (after 10 seconds of confused looking silence): Oh, right. They anarchy.
Dude: The anarchy.
That's the story, Wishbone.
In other news, I'm borderline homeless and crashing with Sherry, my parents, and various others. I'm pretty sure Andy is trying to break up with me via the silent treatment. I need to get more sleep, but have very little choice in the matter. I need a new pair of shoes.
I really want to go camping.
It's my last week managing Galactic. Five more days until I'm relieved of this nonsense and back to my standard kitchen bitch wages. That's okay. I took my job back at Babani's, and they're treating me so much better already. I opened up the shop yesterday, and it relieved me to see that nothing has changed as far as the dynamic goes. I started listing off all the opening chores to Sepal, making sure I hadn't forgotten anything. While I was doing this, Maha came up behind me to smack me on the back of the head and say, "You forget your job already?" It was funny. I quit two years ago, and just wanted to recap. Guess you had to be there. As soon as I finished setting everything up, Sepal told me to get myself some food and have lunch. What a refreshing change of pace.
We closed up after an hour, because no one came in. Labor day plus RNC equals, well, nothing as far as the restaurant was concerned. I finished a few crosswords, so it wasn't a total waste of bus fare. After locking up, I figured I would go check out the shenanigans with the protesters, since I was in the area and now had the afternoon free. I wound up falling into step with some anarchists, and the first half of the game was pretty cool. Then things started getting uncomfortable. I knew I was out when this angry woman with patched pants started chewing this other marcher right out because he brought a flag, calling it an abomination that kills women and minorities by the millions all over the planet and something only suitable for burning or wiping one's ass with. I guess freedom of speech is only okay when she uses it. In the guy's defense, I doubt he knew who he was walking with. Personally speaking, it's a matter of personal opinion. But I do hope she lights the flag on fire before she uses it in lieu of toilet paper. Toilet paper is cheaper than flags, anyway.
As soon as I saw the first window get broken, I fell back. I didn't want to end up beaten up by one of my friends.
There was a riot again tonight on St. Peter. Same block as the restaurant. Five minutes before close. I still had tables. I locked the door and dropped the blinds a bit for lack of any better ideas on how to deal with the situation. Dinner and a show.
I figured they suspended the buses again, so I just hoofed it up to Rice and University and hopped on. This was the conversation I had before burying my face in my crosswords again:
Dude: Watch it. It's still not safe to wear your bandanna.
Mo (after 10 seconds of confused looking silence): Oh, right. They anarchy.
Dude: The anarchy.
That's the story, Wishbone.
In other news, I'm borderline homeless and crashing with Sherry, my parents, and various others. I'm pretty sure Andy is trying to break up with me via the silent treatment. I need to get more sleep, but have very little choice in the matter. I need a new pair of shoes.
I really want to go camping.