Welcome to my Unfabulous Life
So the Koffster is in Europe and I'm left here to wait till the end of the month. Lucky bastard. I hope she is having a great time, if I know her than she is wandering around in a wonderous, appreciative stupor -- and that's truly the best way to see Europe, trust me.
My life has been rather uninteresting to the Nth degree. I finally finished "Slaughterhouse Five" not the great read I was hoping it would be. I've moved onto Haddon's "Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" which is proving to be better than I had anticipated -- granted I had no expectations -- but still that's always nice. Yes, I'm an English dork. So far I've read about 6 books this summer (none of which was my speech textbook but its cool because I ended up with an A in that class somehow).
I've been working like a slave at Huddys, and I seriously feel like I'll never get out of the trap. I worked Thursday dinner, Friday lunch, Saturday (DOUBLE), and Sunday dinner. I'm definitly cutting back. Next week I've got Thursday dinner (possibly), double Friday, and Sunday dinner. Last night this guy "Greg" (no, not Anderson Wilson -- sadly he has gone back to school) came in to pick up take-out. He's been coming in there since I first started but I haven't seen him in quite some time. When he got to the desk he took one look at me and said, "Hey now I remember you, Jessica is it? It's so great to see you again." This is bad. It's nice because its like seeing a distant relative whom you haven't seen in forever, but it's bad in the sense that I'm known. The regulars know me. This is nicht gut. This is the first step to ending up a 40-year-old waitress who spends all her time working, and on her off days comes in to drink at the bar. This is the Huddys trap.
My father came and went. Emphasis on the "went." I realized yesterday that we're complete strangers now. I don't even know how to talk to him or what to say because he is never around. So that was disheartening.
Other than that, same old same old I guess. Friday night I hung out with some kids from highschool that I was never friends with but now post-HS miraculously am. Don't know if I like that. He was nice enough I suppose. And drunk enough. Saturday I went to Andy's for a bit. Played some beer pong. I'm definitly rusty.
Oh, and I'm never drinking again.