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I really like the people I work with.
I just met some of them and I really care about them and talk with them and help them with any problems they're having.
My friend Chris - our new gay-guy - he's great. We sing musical theatre songs together in the kitchen, and he talks with me about boys, and how I interpret things. He's a really great guy. He'll call me up after work and see if I want to go out to the bars, or karaoke-ing.
My friend Jason just moved into town. His life is crazy. He's charming, and a character. He'll talk your ear off telling you all the stories of his life, and they're pretty out there. I've been helping him out lately. Trying to help him understand what could be going on with his girl. Giving him rides home and to work (he lives out in Manchester - he's crazy).
I kind of lump all the girls together - Julia, Erin, Regan; they're the pretty girls who have/go to keggers still.
Then there's Kristen and Bobby - they're attached at the hip. They get into all kinds of debauchery.
Emily and Stacey are my girls. Emily and I have the most in common. And Stacey and I have this connection (I can't explain it).
Then the older servers - Kelly, Tracie, and Russel and Colin - they're like the Moms and Dads of Mediterrano. Russel just recently started, but I classify him with the "older servers" because they walk around like they're better than the other servers. They don't flirt, they don't joke, or laugh. They just work, and leave. It's probably because they're all in serious relationships. The majority of the conversations we have as servers are about boys - both Bobby and Chris are gay, remember - or about partying, or other frivolous things like that.
There's also Cori, Gwen (manager), and Paul. Cori and Gwen are good friends, and Paul used to work with them at another job (so they get lumped together).
Paul and I are not on good terms. There was an instance where he called me one night and I didn't call back because it was too late, I had closed the restaurant and I was going to see him the next day. But when I tried to explain this to him the next day he went ice-cold and has hated me ever since. I think he liked me... I didn't like him like that, but that had nothing to do with why I didn't call him. I suppose I hurt his feelings though. But I've tried to make things up with him and nothing has worked thus far.
I realized the other day that I never talk about the people I work with, and there's no reason for that, because I love the people I work with. So I thought I'd take the time to talk about them.
Last night my parents had this great party and my friend Chris came with me. My Mom really out-did herself - the food was amazing, and the fireworks were spectacular!
I really had a good time last night. I was very happy to have a friend with me. It made me feel loved.
I've spent most of my life trying to hang out with David or Chrissy's friends, so it feels good to have friends of my own.
**I know this is setting myself up for a fall**
But, I move into my new apartment at the end of August, and I can't wait!
I'm already thinking about what colors I want to paint it, and how I want to arrange the furniture, and things I want to build. I'd love to build a booth-seating area for the dining room table so that there aren't chairs all over the place, and I can just push the table in unless I'm having a dinner party.
Once I'm settled I really want to have a party - like a real party - with alcohol and tons of people hanging out admiring my great new place. <-- that's the setting myself up part. That probably won't happen, but it could happen. Ah well, I can dream can't I?
--Really weird--
I just remembered a dream I had the other night;
I was going to get a kitten, well, not "get" a kitten, I was going to "adopt" a kitten.
But I got there and you know how in the movies they have the kennels and you can look at all the different cats or dogs or whatever and pick one.
Well I got there and instead of kennels of kittens, there were those cradle things from hospitals with babies.
And I picked out a baby like it was no big deal, and adopted it, and took it home and it was like it was just a normal thing.
It was a pretty weird dream.
I'd love to be a nanny for a baby, but I'd probably get to the point where I either never wanted to have children, or I'd end up stealing someones baby...
I just met some of them and I really care about them and talk with them and help them with any problems they're having.
My friend Chris - our new gay-guy - he's great. We sing musical theatre songs together in the kitchen, and he talks with me about boys, and how I interpret things. He's a really great guy. He'll call me up after work and see if I want to go out to the bars, or karaoke-ing.
My friend Jason just moved into town. His life is crazy. He's charming, and a character. He'll talk your ear off telling you all the stories of his life, and they're pretty out there. I've been helping him out lately. Trying to help him understand what could be going on with his girl. Giving him rides home and to work (he lives out in Manchester - he's crazy).
I kind of lump all the girls together - Julia, Erin, Regan; they're the pretty girls who have/go to keggers still.
Then there's Kristen and Bobby - they're attached at the hip. They get into all kinds of debauchery.
Emily and Stacey are my girls. Emily and I have the most in common. And Stacey and I have this connection (I can't explain it).
Then the older servers - Kelly, Tracie, and Russel and Colin - they're like the Moms and Dads of Mediterrano. Russel just recently started, but I classify him with the "older servers" because they walk around like they're better than the other servers. They don't flirt, they don't joke, or laugh. They just work, and leave. It's probably because they're all in serious relationships. The majority of the conversations we have as servers are about boys - both Bobby and Chris are gay, remember - or about partying, or other frivolous things like that.
There's also Cori, Gwen (manager), and Paul. Cori and Gwen are good friends, and Paul used to work with them at another job (so they get lumped together).
Paul and I are not on good terms. There was an instance where he called me one night and I didn't call back because it was too late, I had closed the restaurant and I was going to see him the next day. But when I tried to explain this to him the next day he went ice-cold and has hated me ever since. I think he liked me... I didn't like him like that, but that had nothing to do with why I didn't call him. I suppose I hurt his feelings though. But I've tried to make things up with him and nothing has worked thus far.
I realized the other day that I never talk about the people I work with, and there's no reason for that, because I love the people I work with. So I thought I'd take the time to talk about them.
Last night my parents had this great party and my friend Chris came with me. My Mom really out-did herself - the food was amazing, and the fireworks were spectacular!
I really had a good time last night. I was very happy to have a friend with me. It made me feel loved.
I've spent most of my life trying to hang out with David or Chrissy's friends, so it feels good to have friends of my own.
**I know this is setting myself up for a fall**
But, I move into my new apartment at the end of August, and I can't wait!
I'm already thinking about what colors I want to paint it, and how I want to arrange the furniture, and things I want to build. I'd love to build a booth-seating area for the dining room table so that there aren't chairs all over the place, and I can just push the table in unless I'm having a dinner party.
Once I'm settled I really want to have a party - like a real party - with alcohol and tons of people hanging out admiring my great new place. <-- that's the setting myself up part. That probably won't happen, but it could happen. Ah well, I can dream can't I?
--Really weird--
I just remembered a dream I had the other night;
I was going to get a kitten, well, not "get" a kitten, I was going to "adopt" a kitten.
But I got there and you know how in the movies they have the kennels and you can look at all the different cats or dogs or whatever and pick one.
Well I got there and instead of kennels of kittens, there were those cradle things from hospitals with babies.
And I picked out a baby like it was no big deal, and adopted it, and took it home and it was like it was just a normal thing.
It was a pretty weird dream.
I'd love to be a nanny for a baby, but I'd probably get to the point where I either never wanted to have children, or I'd end up stealing someones baby...