And I work again tomorrow yay
I love my job. I could do without the waiting tables part, but other than that, I love my job. I really like everyone we work with, with the exception of Steve Little. I guess Little Steve is more fitting, as he stands 4'11" on a good day...or on stilts. He's a short bald Republican. And I think he's a virgin. He really doesn't have much going for him and he laughs like an old man. He's driving me goddamm crazy and he keeps spitting in my ear. I'm going to fucking kill him. He's decided I look like Velma from Scooby Doo AND that it's the funniest thing he's ever said so he has to tell everyone. I guess that's better than the time someone told me I look like Chelsea Clinton but I'm still going to fucking murder him. He's like a little yapping dog. I've taken to calling him Ankle Biter.
So we worked last night and I was in the booths with a partner so I didn't make much money, but I had a good night anyway if you exclude the fact that Linda fucking backed up into me and made me spill soup all over my right hand. I burnt the fuck out of myself. Honestly, I think people must interpret when I say, "BEHIND YOU" as my saying, "I AM NOT STANDING HERE SO PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS, BACK UP".
Oh and Chris, one of the cooks we used to work with at Bennigan's came in last night and I had him in my section. He's so great.
Did I mention we still don't have our car? Fuck me tapdancing. Joe ordered a new hood and it came in dented so now he has to order a new one, or so he says. I doubt he's working fucking labor day weekend so I don't know when we'll have the motherfucking car back. Plus I've got something funky going on with my car insurance. I've still been paying it, of course, but a few weeks ago I got a letter from my agent's office saying I no longer had my insurance and that I should really get some. So given that it's not supposed to expire until like next June or something, I called my insurance agent's office and the secretary told me that it was a mistake and I should ignore it. But now I don't know WHAT the fuck is going on because I sent a check for August's insurance like weeks and weeks ago and it never went through. I have to call Tuesday and raise Hell.
We worked again tonight. I was in the booths with a partner AGAIN but we were so fucking busy that I actually ended up making some money, pretty much as much as everyone else made.
Oh and I talked to my mom last Monday. She told me that even if she had ten kids, I'd still be her favorite. Oh Mom, I miss you.
Anyway, we work with this guy Jason Green who used to work at the Olive Garden and then he left but now he's back and he's fucking great. When I found out he wasn't Republican, I had to hug him and be like, "So YOU'RE the ONE." He also wrote this great letter to the editor in Thursday's edition of the Johnson City Press. Here it is:
Under this president, mission not accomplished
EDITOR:
As the 2004 presidential campaign is beginning to heat up, I thought I would take some time to reflect. Our president has been one busy man. Some of his accomplishments include:
• Squandering an inherited surplus on his way to shattering the record for the biggest annual deficit in the history of the nation.
• Setting the all-time record for most days on vacation by any president.
• Setting the record for the least amount of press conferences by any president since the advent of television.
• Presiding over the highest gasoline prices in U.S. history and refusing to use the national reserves to alleviate the problem.
• Being the first president in history to unilaterally attack a sovereign nation against the will of the United Nations and the world community.
• Cutting health care benefits for war veterans.
• Presiding over the biggest energy crises in U.S. history and refusing to intervene when corruption was revealed.
• Using faulty intelligence to invade and occupy Iraq with no real exit strategy.
• Refusing to answer questions related to the year he was AWOL during his stint in the Air National Guard.
I think it's safe to say when it comes to George W. Bush: Mission Not Accomplished
JASON GREEN
Johnson City
Oh Jason, please hold me.
Anyway, the kittens are getting BIG...and one of them is cross-eyed and kind of retarded.
I guess I'm done now. I keep meaning to post this fiction thing I've been working on but I never want to because I don't want my posts to be any longer than they actually are.
Oh and p.s. we hung out with Patrick after work and he is the mad note. We went to Perkins with him and Jessica and then he came over and we made webcam videos of the dog attacking the kittens. Okay, I really am done now.
So we worked last night and I was in the booths with a partner so I didn't make much money, but I had a good night anyway if you exclude the fact that Linda fucking backed up into me and made me spill soup all over my right hand. I burnt the fuck out of myself. Honestly, I think people must interpret when I say, "BEHIND YOU" as my saying, "I AM NOT STANDING HERE SO PLEASE, BY ALL MEANS, BACK UP".
Oh and Chris, one of the cooks we used to work with at Bennigan's came in last night and I had him in my section. He's so great.
Did I mention we still don't have our car? Fuck me tapdancing. Joe ordered a new hood and it came in dented so now he has to order a new one, or so he says. I doubt he's working fucking labor day weekend so I don't know when we'll have the motherfucking car back. Plus I've got something funky going on with my car insurance. I've still been paying it, of course, but a few weeks ago I got a letter from my agent's office saying I no longer had my insurance and that I should really get some. So given that it's not supposed to expire until like next June or something, I called my insurance agent's office and the secretary told me that it was a mistake and I should ignore it. But now I don't know WHAT the fuck is going on because I sent a check for August's insurance like weeks and weeks ago and it never went through. I have to call Tuesday and raise Hell.
We worked again tonight. I was in the booths with a partner AGAIN but we were so fucking busy that I actually ended up making some money, pretty much as much as everyone else made.
Oh and I talked to my mom last Monday. She told me that even if she had ten kids, I'd still be her favorite. Oh Mom, I miss you.
Anyway, we work with this guy Jason Green who used to work at the Olive Garden and then he left but now he's back and he's fucking great. When I found out he wasn't Republican, I had to hug him and be like, "So YOU'RE the ONE." He also wrote this great letter to the editor in Thursday's edition of the Johnson City Press. Here it is:
Under this president, mission not accomplished
EDITOR:
As the 2004 presidential campaign is beginning to heat up, I thought I would take some time to reflect. Our president has been one busy man. Some of his accomplishments include:
• Squandering an inherited surplus on his way to shattering the record for the biggest annual deficit in the history of the nation.
• Setting the all-time record for most days on vacation by any president.
• Setting the record for the least amount of press conferences by any president since the advent of television.
• Presiding over the highest gasoline prices in U.S. history and refusing to use the national reserves to alleviate the problem.
• Being the first president in history to unilaterally attack a sovereign nation against the will of the United Nations and the world community.
• Cutting health care benefits for war veterans.
• Presiding over the biggest energy crises in U.S. history and refusing to intervene when corruption was revealed.
• Using faulty intelligence to invade and occupy Iraq with no real exit strategy.
• Refusing to answer questions related to the year he was AWOL during his stint in the Air National Guard.
I think it's safe to say when it comes to George W. Bush: Mission Not Accomplished
JASON GREEN
Johnson City
Oh Jason, please hold me.
Anyway, the kittens are getting BIG...and one of them is cross-eyed and kind of retarded.
I guess I'm done now. I keep meaning to post this fiction thing I've been working on but I never want to because I don't want my posts to be any longer than they actually are.
Oh and p.s. we hung out with Patrick after work and he is the mad note. We went to Perkins with him and Jessica and then he came over and we made webcam videos of the dog attacking the kittens. Okay, I really am done now.