Stupid Sunday.
I've never liked Sundays. Back in high school, I worked weekends, and then had to wake up and go to church, lest Mom grounded me again. It never made sense, seeing as how my one day of rest denied my being able to sleep in. That whole Catholic upbringing thing has never been praised for being low maintenance.
Then after school, it's always been work, work, work. The worst Sundays by far were during my second freshman year at Hamline. Those involved peeling my hungover ass off the sheets, floor, stairs, whatever the hell I passed out on, and driving over Northeast to work the pottery shop. Then at four, I would close up and drive back to San Pablo to work dinner at Babani's. The restaurant closed at 8:30, giving my just enough time before my shift at UPS to focus on how much the situation sucked. This was also when I was doing Rocky, so you know I was up too late and drinking too heavily the night before slash morning of all this.
Never liked Sundays. There's just something off about them. And now I'm volunteering at Cosmic's, getting paid in tips and coffee, listening to Kumar and his acoustic drumming. Alright, I dig acoustic sets just fine, but this shit is putting me to sleep, and I am way too wired, so that's not okay. Enough! Let me listen to my music, dammit.
Something else I've had enough of- QUIT GIVING ME NICKNAMES!
Seriously. Just. Fucking. Stop.
There are some nicknames that are acceptable, based off of the nickname itself and the person addressing me by the nickname.
For examples...
-I hate being called "Mo-Mo" in general, but there are a few that can get away with it, mostly from the Mikey/Nate Boi party days. Just don't push it.
-People at work can get away with certain nicknames including Mobot, Moby, Moseph, and Mo-Town. But these are the guys I work with, for chrissakes. You know I've called them much, much worse.
-It is fine for Tyler from Cosmic's to call me "Momar," but that's a Simpsons thing, so it's like trump.
-I am listed as "Money" on the schedule at Cosmic's.
-DO NOT CALL ME "MO MONEY!" Bleeding kittens, I have had more than enough of this one. It's not funny, and neither are you.
-Jimmy the Dumbass for some reason thinks it's fine and dandy to call me "Moser," which doesn't make any sense whatsoever. However, even before he gave me the horrible nickname, his days were numbered as far as I'm concerned.
-NO THREE STOOGES CRACKS!
-The next person to greet me with "Hey, Mo! What do you know?" gets a chair to the neck or something equally unpleasant.
And now more screaming Macalester students. Nuts to this. Time for a smoke break.
Then after school, it's always been work, work, work. The worst Sundays by far were during my second freshman year at Hamline. Those involved peeling my hungover ass off the sheets, floor, stairs, whatever the hell I passed out on, and driving over Northeast to work the pottery shop. Then at four, I would close up and drive back to San Pablo to work dinner at Babani's. The restaurant closed at 8:30, giving my just enough time before my shift at UPS to focus on how much the situation sucked. This was also when I was doing Rocky, so you know I was up too late and drinking too heavily the night before slash morning of all this.
Never liked Sundays. There's just something off about them. And now I'm volunteering at Cosmic's, getting paid in tips and coffee, listening to Kumar and his acoustic drumming. Alright, I dig acoustic sets just fine, but this shit is putting me to sleep, and I am way too wired, so that's not okay. Enough! Let me listen to my music, dammit.
Something else I've had enough of- QUIT GIVING ME NICKNAMES!
Seriously. Just. Fucking. Stop.
There are some nicknames that are acceptable, based off of the nickname itself and the person addressing me by the nickname.
For examples...
-I hate being called "Mo-Mo" in general, but there are a few that can get away with it, mostly from the Mikey/Nate Boi party days. Just don't push it.
-People at work can get away with certain nicknames including Mobot, Moby, Moseph, and Mo-Town. But these are the guys I work with, for chrissakes. You know I've called them much, much worse.
-It is fine for Tyler from Cosmic's to call me "Momar," but that's a Simpsons thing, so it's like trump.
-I am listed as "Money" on the schedule at Cosmic's.
-DO NOT CALL ME "MO MONEY!" Bleeding kittens, I have had more than enough of this one. It's not funny, and neither are you.
-Jimmy the Dumbass for some reason thinks it's fine and dandy to call me "Moser," which doesn't make any sense whatsoever. However, even before he gave me the horrible nickname, his days were numbered as far as I'm concerned.
-NO THREE STOOGES CRACKS!
-The next person to greet me with "Hey, Mo! What do you know?" gets a chair to the neck or something equally unpleasant.
And now more screaming Macalester students. Nuts to this. Time for a smoke break.