like tempered glass, I break
I didn't get the job at Bonefish. I never get what I want, so why do I even get my hopes up?
I had one of the worse nights last night. And it all ends this morning with one stupid phone call..... all I can think is "I shouldn't have......"
Now, mind you, I didn't do anything outrageously stupid, like drink and drive or even hurt anyone. I went out for a drink at Bonefish last night and some woman (around 38ish) was there that knew Nick... and she was WASTED... acting like a lunitic and drawing all sorts of attention towards me and Nick and Phil. Then Phil (I swear I can't wait to get away from him) pulls his shirt up to show his pierced nipples and lets her lick and bite them. Now, this would be fine if we were at a BAR. But we were at a nice restaurant... one at which I had just APPLIED at earlier that day... and the manager was sitting there WATCHING! Now I'm paranoid and want to get the fuck away from this situation. So I go outside and smoke... telling Nick I want to get out of there. At which time he has no clue why... I swear he just doesn't get it sometimes. I'm walking out at the point where she is almost pulling her fake boobs out of her shirt. I understand it wasn't a full restaurant... it was closing and Nick, Phil, me, the crazy lady and some other old dude were about the only ones there.... but still. The dude considering me for the job was sitting there with his back turned and a server was talking to him looking directly at us. The looks and the body language just told me all bad things. Finally we go and I explain why I wanted to leave to Nick. He says I'm being stupid and that that situation will have no affect on me getting the job.
Now my night continues to worsen after we take the lady home (she needed a ride... Nick actually knows her because she's the mother of someone who works at his restaurant.. nice huh?) So we go to O'Houston's and Nick proceeds to drink more and get more drunk... at which he gets insecure and says "Once you get the job at Bonefish you will leave me." Now, his assumption that I am going to leave him is a reoccuring one when he's wasted and there is a change in my life. ex. When I was finally getting a car after having to use his for a long time, I was going to leave him. Anyways, we leave O'Houston's cause it was depressing in there... we went to O'Keefe's. On the way, when Nick was in the gas station I told Phil to try to keep Nick's mood up cause he was starting to get all emo on me saying I was going to leave him if I get the job. His drunken reply was, "Don't worry. Nick's with me... you'll be replaced in two weeks." That pissed me off even more and I was upset the rest of the night. I had one more drink at O'Keefe's and we went home. They started drunken play fighting and I went and layed down in the bed. And that brings me back to this morning.
Now if you've actually gotten this far in my story... you are awesome. Thank you for reading and caring.
This brings me to my next point.... I think I am a good person. I atleast try to be one. I'm sorry to say this, but Phil is a complete asshole most of the time. He gets away with so much shit it's not even funny. He should have been in jail many times before and the cops always let him go. He has a job that makes him lots of money that just fell into his lap. Why the fuck does he get it so easy???
Maybe I'm just asking for too much from life.
oh yeah, and why do things always get to me so much?
I had one of the worse nights last night. And it all ends this morning with one stupid phone call..... all I can think is "I shouldn't have......"
Now, mind you, I didn't do anything outrageously stupid, like drink and drive or even hurt anyone. I went out for a drink at Bonefish last night and some woman (around 38ish) was there that knew Nick... and she was WASTED... acting like a lunitic and drawing all sorts of attention towards me and Nick and Phil. Then Phil (I swear I can't wait to get away from him) pulls his shirt up to show his pierced nipples and lets her lick and bite them. Now, this would be fine if we were at a BAR. But we were at a nice restaurant... one at which I had just APPLIED at earlier that day... and the manager was sitting there WATCHING! Now I'm paranoid and want to get the fuck away from this situation. So I go outside and smoke... telling Nick I want to get out of there. At which time he has no clue why... I swear he just doesn't get it sometimes. I'm walking out at the point where she is almost pulling her fake boobs out of her shirt. I understand it wasn't a full restaurant... it was closing and Nick, Phil, me, the crazy lady and some other old dude were about the only ones there.... but still. The dude considering me for the job was sitting there with his back turned and a server was talking to him looking directly at us. The looks and the body language just told me all bad things. Finally we go and I explain why I wanted to leave to Nick. He says I'm being stupid and that that situation will have no affect on me getting the job.
Now my night continues to worsen after we take the lady home (she needed a ride... Nick actually knows her because she's the mother of someone who works at his restaurant.. nice huh?) So we go to O'Houston's and Nick proceeds to drink more and get more drunk... at which he gets insecure and says "Once you get the job at Bonefish you will leave me." Now, his assumption that I am going to leave him is a reoccuring one when he's wasted and there is a change in my life. ex. When I was finally getting a car after having to use his for a long time, I was going to leave him. Anyways, we leave O'Houston's cause it was depressing in there... we went to O'Keefe's. On the way, when Nick was in the gas station I told Phil to try to keep Nick's mood up cause he was starting to get all emo on me saying I was going to leave him if I get the job. His drunken reply was, "Don't worry. Nick's with me... you'll be replaced in two weeks." That pissed me off even more and I was upset the rest of the night. I had one more drink at O'Keefe's and we went home. They started drunken play fighting and I went and layed down in the bed. And that brings me back to this morning.
Now if you've actually gotten this far in my story... you are awesome. Thank you for reading and caring.
This brings me to my next point.... I think I am a good person. I atleast try to be one. I'm sorry to say this, but Phil is a complete asshole most of the time. He gets away with so much shit it's not even funny. He should have been in jail many times before and the cops always let him go. He has a job that makes him lots of money that just fell into his lap. Why the fuck does he get it so easy???
Maybe I'm just asking for too much from life.
oh yeah, and why do things always get to me so much?