I am finally drinking my $6 wine that
joannaknits was so kind enough to bring over her corkscrew to open. MMM, I love me some $6 pinot noir. It really isn't half bad! And the wine is helping me to relax after one of the worst weekends I have dealt with. Because aside from hanging out with McCall and Joanna, this has been one weekend that needs to be forgotten.
This morning I woke up at 10 to call down to my restaurant to find out about the check situation. My boss wasn't there (nobody was), so I went back to bed, and called an hour later. Being super groggy, I hated talking on the phone to my boss, but she told me to call Blue Hour (our sister restaurant), because apparently our checks somehow got sent there (???), and so I called them, and they were going to call me back, but never did. I went to go shower in case they were there, and I would need to go pick them up, but I realized when I went to turn on the water, that, oh, right, the water was going to be shut off in the building for 90 minutes today for some reason. I went back to sleep, only to hear them working on the plumbing, and the construction next door. I finally woke up, called my mom because I was upset and crying about all this work bullshit, so she offered to put some money in my account. Rock! I hate asking for money, or even accepting money, but it was very nice of her, and I am totally grateful.
Blue Hour finally called me back. They didn't have the checks, but told me that my manager said they will be at my work tomorrow. They better be, or I am not going to work. Something about supposed to be getting paid and then not isn't really going to make me want to work that day. At least I had cash and knew I was getting my check. Joanna and I made plans to get together at my place around 6 to knit, so I spent the rest of the day relaxing and doing nothing (except dishes, which I am glad are finally done! Phew!)
Joanna came over and we went to New Seasons for treats. OMG. New Seasons is going to be the death of me and my bank account. I forgot how badly I want everything in that store. The gift section is next to the bakery, and both areas make me salivate like crazy! I had to try my hardest to not buy this amazing owl mask I saw in the Halloween decorations.
Thankfully, Joanna got an awesome picture of me in it!
I may have to go back and get it since it is so perfect! We got blue corns chips, hummus, and a few other things and came back here. We tried watching Dave Chappelle's Block Party, but my DVD player seems to be crapping out, and so we couldn't watch it. Boo. We instead drank wine and talked for a really long time about relationships and things of that matter.
And speaking of relationships! The drama needs to stop and people need to be honest. I am so sick of bullshit and games. Seriously folks. It needs to end here, and I am the person to end it! I know I basically have the upper hand in this, and I can stop the phone calls and take a hint, but I haven't yet, and I am going to, because it's getting so old and irritating. And I know I am still young, but I am far too old to deal with games. I am not in HS and I am sick of being with people that treat it like so.
It's good to have friends to talk about this. I talked to my aunt about it last night and she quoted When Harry Met Sally. it made sense though, but it was sad too.
Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
Harry Burns: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.
Sally Albright: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?
Harry Burns: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.
Sally Albright: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?
Harry Burns: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.
It sort of sums up most of my relationships. I don't know if that's pathetic, or not, but it does.