December 03, 2004
Cool quote...
Always do the right thing.
It'll gratify some people and amaze the rest.
Posted by: Stevie at 11:24 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Yeah, man!!!
anything for your loved-one, even death. Just
don't forget the others that love you just as
much though.
Which Led Zepplin Song are you?
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This'll definitely work.
My second favorite Led Zepplin song. Wanna take a guess at my most favorite?
Posted by: Stevie at 08:34 PM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Excel-lent!
Stand aside - Micky Dolenz alert! You are outgoing
and fun and you have a hairstyle that launched
a thousand debates. You've even hung out with
The Beatles, and things don't get much cooler
than that!
Which Member of The Monkees Are You??
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Oh, I like this one.
Very proud of this result.
*grin*
Posted by: Stevie at 08:25 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay. Had enough of that now....
And, the gate is up.
El Destructo Dawg is now banished to the living room.
I can't take no more!
Bret and Paul.
End of story.
(Damn! I wish I was ALLOWED TO post this one picture of Paul I have. He is gorgeous. Just like Bret. "As gorgeous as", I mean. They're not twins or anything.... Still. Ya know?) Aanyhoo.... thanks for the (feeble) excuse to post a picture of BRET!!!!
*grin*
Posted by: Stevie at 09:16 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Nuthin' like a puppy to change yer attitude....
Especially, an insane one.
Dear Lord. My "charge" for the day just got dropped off and MY GAWD!!! Dis dog is crazy. It's female chocolate lab puppy. *rolls eyes and sighs* Name's Cocoa. (Yes, as in "Coo coo for Cocoa Puffs", which if "puffs" is a euphemism for puppy poopys, I ain't.)Has her teefs on EVERYTHING. Including those cats what she can catch. They, on the other hand, are really REALLY good at hissing and leaping to great heights at the same time. Ain't been here a half an hour and already has brought me bits of trash into the bathroom where I was, dumped her dog food on the floor and has all the cats agitated as hell. She, on the other hand, is havin' a BALL. She just can't run in enough directions at once and all these fuzzy, tuna-air puffin' THANGS are just wunnerful toys, except they smack back. I have this feeeeeeling.....
Dis gonna be a looooong day. *whispers to self... "I think I shoulda fed the cats BEFORE she got here...* Yep.
Looooong assed day. (puff, puff.... fuck "pass". I'm the only one here.) Peace, y'all.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:55 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, I'll admit it....
This probably isn't the best time to get into this, seeing how SOME(damned)BODY let that fuckin' stupid Bret into the bedroom to CLAW me awake and all, but really...
WHY THE FUCK IS THERE EVEN ANY QUESTION ABOUT DEATH OR LIFE W/O PAROLE FOR SCOTT MUTHAFUCKIN', BABY-MURDERING, WIFE-KILLING PETERSON?!?!? This shit is gettin' on my fuckin' nerves. This smarmy prick kills his "due any second" wife and there are actually ASSHOLES who'll testify FOR him, about how (hold me or I'll puke) "gracious" he is? Are ya's fuckin' SERIOUS!?!?? Gracious? Sooooo... if ya were a polite teenager, it's okay to viciously murder TWO people at once, huh? Well hellllll, I was a nice kid. Let's see... who do I wanna be rid of? Heh. Doesn't eeeeven take any thought. First time I see these two particular women in the same place.... they're dead.Then, I'll just run to pussy-assed California, where I'll be "safe". Jesus CHRIST.
Where the fuck is Texas when ya need it? "Other states are tryin' to abolish the death penalty. My state is puttin' in an Express Lane." (that fourth guy in the Blue Collar Comedy Tour, the one with a glass of bourbon in his hand... He's from Texas, where they have the CORRECT IDEA about all this bullshit.) I hope to GOD there's a special place in HELL, right next to the furnaces, for these loser pukes who'd testify for a piece of sub-human SHIT like him. How FUCKIN' DARE they, one of whose name is AARON FRITZ? He wants his goddamned name in the fuckin' paper for this? Fine. Aaron Fritz, Aaron Frtiz, Aaron "Asshole Fuck" Fritz. (Happy now, ya maggot? Ya oughta be. Yer nickname initials are the same as yer regular initals, ya FUCKHOLE.) Where's all the shit about what Lacy was like when SHE was in high school? Where are HER family members and when do THEY get to describe in excruciating detail how unique and wonderful Lacy WAS til this cocksucker cut her throat? How about an FBI profiler to describe what Conner woulda been like HAD HE BEEN ALLOWED TO LIVE!?!?? Ya know what?
I now have new respect for suicide-murderers. At least THEY have the balls to take themselves out, too, sparing us all this extended, drawn out, STUPID BULLSHIT. Why the fuck even HAVE a death penalty if ya ain't gonna USE IT!!!!!? Have these fuckin' TWITS not seen the results of "empty threats" on today's kids? Are they goddamned stupid? Having an un-used death penalty makes you a fool. An impotent, blathering, baseless, spineless, ball-less, brainless FOOL. "Hey!! You kill somebody in MY state... we'll house and feed ya forever."
*idiotic grin* Jesus wept. Ya know... if those people don't have the cajones to kill this bastard, bring. him. HERE.... to me. I'll do it.
I don't even like women or kids much, but fuckin' A, even I can see this dick needs to die. If he was worth the powder to blow him to hell, he'd have been man enough to kill his own self, but... pussy that he really is, he needs help and I'm more than willing to give it.
Jerkoff. And, this isn't even one of my "bad" days.....
This is just one of my "Leave me the fuck alone for a few hours, I got CLAWED awake" days. *Charles Manson on the cover of LIFE look*
(With the glowing red eyes...)
Posted by: Stevie at 07:05 AM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
December 02, 2004
Well, damn....
Today not only didn't suck, it just keeps getting better.
But, before I get into it, yes, Adorable (a.k.a. Mad Mikey), "Bitchy-chick" is a female I work with. She's the one I first referred to as Beverly DeAngelo because she kinda looks like her. Then, I started thinking of her as Bitchy-chick because she is, sometimes. But, then today, she was nice again. Of course, the girl who trained me, whom I shall call Carol, did mention that before I got there, she and Bitchy-chick got into it again. Carol told me before she has, on more than one occasion in the total of 12 years that she's worked there, offered to go "out back" with Bitchy, but she just keeps being... bitchy. So, she did get dressed-down before I got there, so maybe that had something to do with her more pleasant attitude. Or maybe it was that it took me about an hour to even say anything at all to her. Whatever it was, she wasn't any problem today. In fact, she was even helpful a few times, without being asked. That's a big part of why today didn't suck, by the way.*grin* The money kicked ass today, too. I feel like I've been run over by a truck, but it's actually kinda cool. Talked to BL before I left and she said I'm doing good. The cooks haven't had any major complaints, either. Now, she wants me 4 days a week. Eek.
But, I'll prolly do it. "Da ink from da billllz gets into ya bloodstream.... (Joey Coyle)" That Mob guy in "Money for Nothing" is right. Which reminds me... it occured to me on the way home that I can make the same kinda money working here that I made working for Wally in about half the time, without having to literally be shit on, pissed on and kicked, nor freezing my tits off. How cool is that? Plus, Rob came over when I got home and he and Eric had gotten together via radio beforehand and agreed to get Taco Bell, so I got home and got fed... *giggle* Now, I'm gonna "got" to bed. I'm puppy-sitting tomorrow.
(Which just happens to be the EXACT SAME WAY I wound up with Ziggy, God help me...) Peace, y'all....
Posted by: Stevie at 10:39 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh, by the way... Bitchy Chick?
I'll admit, I have no idea what on Earth ails you sometimes, why you act the way you do or make International Incidents outta the most mundane, unimportant shit the way you do.
But, I have noticed once or twice that I seem to amuse you somehow. I suppose that's better than mysteriously annoying you somehow, but there's a coupla things you oughta know, so you can take them into consideration and make informed decisions when it comes to me.
Now, listen up. First off, yes I do talk to myself and have in-depth conversations with inanimate objects, which is NOT redundant, no matter how much it may seem to be. You seem to take this to mean I'm nuts, or something. Wrong. I mean, yeah, I AM nuts, sure. But, talking to myself and other things has nothing to do with that. My "nuts"-ness goes waaaay much deeper than that. It's ingrained, Baby-girl. It's an inborn part of me like my soul is. I'm not only comfortable with it, I like it. No, talking to myself and things is something that I do occasionally simply because I occasionally like to have an intelligent conversation, if ya know what I mean, which I'm sure you don't or you'd not make that a necessary activity in the first place, wouldja? Believe me, if ya wanna see just how nuts I am, give it time. Hell, the way my temper has been the last 36 hours or so, it may not take that long at all. I murdered two VHS tapes yesterday. Totally snapped out because of that TV that ate tapes. It broke two tapes, so I went the fuck off and stomped one and hammer murdered the other one to keep from throwing the TV off the barn roof.
Then, just for shits-n-giggles, I threw a glass thingamabob and broke it, on purpose, just to hear the sound of the glass shattering. And, that was BEFORE the computer took a three hour shit and the TV decided to die on it's own or else I scared it to death, one. Eric and Paul fixed the computer and I went out and just bought a new TV, so I'm pretty much recovered from alla that, but one of what I believe was the many causes of the storm is still around. That'd be my little Scarface terrorist buddy. So, really... don't fuck with me, okay? Cause, the number one most important thing you need to know is that I'm not at all scared of going to jail.
M'kay? Just thought I's letcha know. Try to keep it in mind.
After all... the life you save may be your own.
*Sam Elliot look*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Whew. I do feel ever s'much better now. Last night was suckin' ROCKS for a while there. BUT, that's all fixed and over with, so I'mina NOT keep thinking about it. I'm also not gonna think about the mess that it this house. Nope. Not gunna think about it. Just gonna concentrate on the idea that I have seven lil ol hours to get through over there, money to make and that I'm off, off, OFF after that. Ain't nuthin' nor anybody to get all het up over.
Ain't nuthin' but a thang. Eeeeverything's fine.
And, it's gonna (goddamed) stay that way.
*giggle* Any spare "good thoughts" y'all could think my way would be gratefully and greatly appreciated.
Ya know?
*rolls eyes Heavenward* Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 07:51 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
December 01, 2004
Wow....
Not a word outta that bitchy chick yesterday at work.
Not one word.
I like that.
Thinking about food orders and shit and all of a sudden, "It's seven, not eight.", pops into my head.
Oh, okay.
Whatever. Still, the money kicks ass. Three days a week will easily bring me over two hundred bucks a week. Could be lots closer to three hundred, too. Soon as I get a bit smoother at this and it picks up to the volume it usually is. I don't mind it being slower than usual for now, though. It's actually helping me some, by letting me ease into it a little slower. Between Monday and Tuesday, what with getting paid and tips, I'm already so close to $200 bucks that I can taste it... *giggle* PLUS, there were two sets of customers yesterday that went outta their way to express their opinion that I'm a good waitress. One to the hostess and one to me personally. I love that. The couple who told me that, told me that at the tag-end of my day. They'd left me a tip and told me that and what they said meant more than the cash. And, I had these three black ladies who called me "Honey" more times while they were there than I think I've been called that my whole life. *grin*
They were so cool. Know what the coolest part of yesterday was? Going to the store early in the morning before work, dropping $60 without having to worry or wonder about it, then having the $60 bucks back (and then some) by 4pm.
I can definitely get into that. Another thing I could get into, if pushed much further, is beating the SHIT outta this TV next to me. Tape-eatin' asshole that it is. AAAanyway.... It just got done raining it's balls off here. Need to go get smokes and get some shit done. Not the least of which is cleaning up the kitchen floor from the BRAND NEW LEAKS we have from the rain.
*sigh*
(*giggling too, though*) Honestly. If it ain't one thing, it's 99 others. Ya know? Whatever else I do today, I'd like to get two major things accomplished. One is find Rob. The other is to eyeball the horses. Haven't seen any of them, the hosses or Rob, in days. I miss 'em. Well, maybe not Jessie/Henry, the fainting goat/horse, as much as the rest, but him too, even, it's been so long. Two retarded things I need to do are get new mascara and find a small sawhorse. My mascara that I have now is so old, I can't remember when I bought it and that's not good, from what I understand. I do know that it's kinda thick and hard to apply, so, if for no other reason, I need new shit to save time putting it on. The sawhorse is not makeup related. (Thank Gawd, right?) I need that for a saddle rack. I have one now, but it's like, 4 feet long and it sticks out too far, so I need a shorter one. I'm parking a saddle on it, not a yacht, know what I mean? I have all three saddles "racked" behind me, only one of which is on a "regulation" rack. That one is Rob's. He just bought it and the rack came with it. We used to, Eric and I, just keep our saddles one on top the other on the TRAY STAND (!) we use as a saddle rack, but then I got the great idea to rearrange that area and I want to have each saddle on it's own rack... or whatever. So, I found a sawhorse. A really loooong sawhorse. A sawhorse that sticks out a foot and a half beyond what the other two do and it looks kinda stupid, among other things.
Hence the need for a (shorter) sawhorse. Hey, maybe if I get the mascara first, I can use it and then get some big, strong MAN to find this stupid sawhorse FOR me. And, bring it in AND get this other one out.
If it doesn't work just putting the mascara on my own eyelashes, I could threaten to do it to his.... hmmm.... Well, hello there, Sunlight. How ya been? Enjoy yer vacation, didja?
Lordy. After being monsoon-y and miserable all morning, now the sun is out, it's all bright out there and windy as hell.
AND, I have one cigarette left, so I do believe I'll be getting dressed now. Although, maaaaybe I could get the cigs for free, going to the gas station wearing this night shirt.... On the other hand, I could probably also get arrested, plus it's cold out there, so.... sweats and a duster it is. I'll be back later. Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 11:45 AM | Comments (8) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 30, 2004
Oh yeah... three days a week is (almost more than) enough...
Anymore than that, I'd quit, be fired or be arrested for assault.
That Beverly DeAngelo-lookin' chick is fuckin' nutso. I have officially had enough of her shit and now... I don't like her. At all. Don't now, never will. Can't trust her.
Nice one minute, a psychotic cunt the next. And... that's not MY word for her. I've heard it twice, from the same guy, for the same reason. She acts like an ass toward me for no apparent reason, then The Rock calls her that.
I like him.
*grin*
He has no idea of the tension he's releasing for me by doing that. Let alone how alien it is to me to be defended... Christ.
It's allegedly not personal and no one knows WHY she does the shit she does.
AND, when she's not being psychotic over shit that matters not a whit, she's acting like she's spastic or possibly retarded to a certain degree and I'm just really glad I don't ever hafta see her outside of work. (Assault charges and all, don'tcha know...) Personal Observation #3,879,204: Gemini men are excellent people, especially when compared to Gemini women. Gemini men actually seem to have two OPPOSITE sides, as in "nice, and not-so-much". WOMEN? Gemini women go from "evil to WORSE".
Bitches. Vonnie said the money is worth putting up with her. So far, she's right, too. Only other thing that occurs to me about this whole deal is that the caliber of shit she has to bitch about is pathetic. Meaningless bullshit, all of it. Yesterday's first "thing" was that I cleaned up a splash of soda on the floor with a towel, not the mop. (Didn't know where the mop even was.) SHE told me where the mop was and I used that, too, so whatEVER.
Then, I sat a coffeepot down and left it for a whole 15 minutes, in the wrong place. Let's just overlook the fact that I had been, all day, picking (everybody's) coffeepots UP from there, emptying them and putting them where they belonged. Fuck all that, right? Yeah. Fuck that.
The fact that I sat one there and forgot it, then said it wasn't mine when it was (I truly simply forgot it) was enough to make a scene over. *rolls eyes*
Poor little, no-life-having, psycho bitch from hell. Gotta be at least one, every goddamned place ya go. Ah, screw her. Gus, the "Meanest Cook/Owner Guy" called me "Sweetie" several times yesterday, too. Think I'll lean more on his assessment of me than hers. As usual. WHY DO WOMEN HAFTA SUCK SO FUCKIN' MUCH????
GodDAMN, I hate 'em. Ya know, I really and truly to the depths of my soul HOPE TO GOD ALMIGHTY that I'm a guy in my next "tour of duty of HELL, called "life". If I am, I am gonna shit on, piss on and fuck over every muthafuckin' women stupid enough to look at me.
(Hey, Norman the Third, Brother of mine... can I talk to you a second ovah heah? Maybe I won't hafta wait til my next life...) Any-friggin'-way....
I can definitely see where me telling BL to keep me to three days a week is a GREAT IDEA. I can't take no more than that yet, if ever. I'll know when I'm ready, though. The day I find myself saying, around 3pm, "Damn, I'm missing the Early Birds", instead of "Ah God, it's Early Bird time. Thank CHRIST I'm not there", will be a MAJOR clue. And, guess what? I'm not even pissed off right now, anymore, about this crap. In spite of all the cussing, I'm not mad as I type this. However, last night, when I got done and was just waiting for my tables to leave, I went into the back and lit a cigarette and oddly enough, I just stood there kinda surprised by the fact that my eyes filled and overspilled with tears. In fact, I even got to giggling about it when Vonnie showed up back there. She looked at me, saw the tears and the utterly neutral expression on my face and asked if I was okay. I said yeah, then leaked even more and started giggling about it. Told her I had no idea what the hell was going on inside of me. She said she did... "It's this place, Hon..." is what she said.
I think she's right. All I know is that I kept telling myself "one down, one to go, then yer off..."
Only way I can feel not too sick to go in today is by telling myself "It's only 8 hours..." And, knowing there's only one more day this week after that is the biggest help of all. I'd like to go on record right now saying that this is one of those places where, if I get fired, I'm gonna say "Oh thank God... thank YOU!", as I starting giggling manically and leave. Usually, after I've waitressed for a while, it takes me a coupla months to wanna do it again after I stop. After this place, it's gonna take YEARS. Oh, and it just occured to me... I do have four days a week to find someplace else, if need be. Of course, the coolest, yet hopefully "last-est", resort is simply the fact that I can, at ANY TIME, decide "Enough" and leave. Can't dwell on that, though, or I'll do it. On the other hand, I don't wanna forget it entirely, either, lest I do go nuts. Fun, huh? Anyway.... I'm gonna go. I need to run to the store, go to the "library", get some coffee and just decompress and try to get mentally ready for this. I CAN do this.
Besides, I reeeeally don't want to let this cunt "win".
Yet.
Maybe after I make her turn purple a few times.... Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 03:29 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 28, 2004
Oh yeah, now I remember...
That other thing that "rounded out my morning nicely" that I'd forgotten?
My lil terrorist buddy fired off a warning round.
Been messin' wit' me ever since, too.
Punk.
Cool.
*grin* BL did have a pseudo-evaluation, too. Basically, I talk too much.
*rotflmfao* Jeez. Still?
I've been hearing that shit since Kindergarten.
Seriously, every single marking period, one comment from Teach was consistant. "blah, blah, very good kid, but she talks too much and distracts others..." Yakitty, yakitty, ya know?
She also said the second in command owner guy said he can see I'm trying and I'm doing good and she said she knows I can do it. (Good. So do I. *grin*)
Just need to shaddap and forget cigarettes exist .
Hokay. In other news.... My body feels vaguely like I've been run over by a truck and I seem to be losing my voice, which while usually a cause for celebration around here, is really not gonna help at work. Got a little left to do around here, plus I dug a buncha winter clothes outta the shed and now I have an addition 27 loads of laundry to do.
Or so. I'll be back later... Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 01:48 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 27, 2004
Hey y'all...
How yiz doin'?
I had a half mile long post almost done yesterday when this asshole pooter gave me the blue screen of death and went to my desktop. I just stared for a minute.Then, I ran everything. Then, very "postable"-type stuff CONTINUED to happen, so I never did get back here.
And, I don't have time now, either. However, so that I don't forget and to drive ya nuts for a while, I've gonna recap some of the highlights, such as: First thing, before my first cuppa coffee even, I washed a cat. Yes. I had to bathe a 15 pound, long-haired, mud soaked Tomcat. Then, Mad Wm. triggered a mini-stroke over semantics, which is STILL making me choke and laugh at the same time. (I will git yew, Son....) Then, there was another thing that I can't remember right now that just rounded out my morning very nicely. Then, Rob came over (Yay!) and we were gonna go riding. We did, but it took nine forevers and involved the re-building of the hitching post.
During this episode, I finally got to see what "he lays down onya sometimes" really means, re: Jessie, the Hysterical Horse.
It's like having a 1200 pound fainting goat.
With a saddle on. Other random silliness occured, then I ended the most active part of my day by washing yet another mud-caked, 12-15 pound Tomcat. He was what had happened to the first one and the only difference between the two is that the second one, Norman, has short hair and he'd let himself get dried with this shit coating him.
He looked like a fuckin' armadillo. He, too, hung out in the bathroom for a while and even let me blowdry his coat.
Big baby. Anyway, that's mostly what I've been doing. And, now, I hafta be three "somewheres", the first before 2pm, the second is the restaurant since I'll be going past anyway, then the store for cat food. Then, when I get back here, I have some shit needs to get done, then I should be back here sometime before I go to bed. Depends on when I work next, tomorrow or Sunday or what. If I'm off, I'll be up later and a have a better chance of actually sitting down here for a few. In the meantime, I hope everybody had a great Turkey Day and that today is no kick in the ass.
Know what I mean?
*grin* Peace P.S. Uh, by the way... Good job, Woodstown. Your sucking streak continues.
Now do you people see why I love my 'Boys? At least THEY won.
Posted by: Stevie at 12:11 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 25, 2004
Not that I'm that into football, but...
My drippy mother graduated from the aforementioned Salem.
Of course. Not only do I hope Woodstown wins today, I also hope that if my beloved 'Boys (Dallas) are playing, they too, do some major ass kicking... ESPECIALLY if they're playing ANY team named after a bird.
*weg* On that note, I'm off again, back to the damned grocery store I just got back from a little while ago. I thought they sold this nasty looking shit called (around here anyway) Ambrosia. It's this scary looking crap, usually either light green or pink, it has whipped cream and some other substance in it and there's also fruit suspended in it. It's horrific. BUT, da guys want it and I thought the store sold it, but I couldn't find it, so I had to come home and look it up on here and now I've gotta go get the shit I need to make it by hand. The list of what is to be made today is as follows, as best I can recall it right this second anyway... *giggle* Turkey, ham, mashed potatos, sweet potatos, garlic limas, corn, green beans, creamed corn, mac and cheese, stuffing, macaroni salad, potato salad, three different kinds of rolls, there'll also be cranberry sause, celery and carrot sticks, dips, chips, olives, pickles, four different kinds of pie (pumpkin, apple, dutch apple and cherry) and I also have a spice cake mix with cream cheese icing. Oh yeah, I also got cream cheese and peanut butter for the celery sticks. Is that it? Well, there'll be gravy, too, of course, but I can't think of anything else "big". If I do, I'll add it. In the meantime, it's back to the store wi' me. I shall return.
Again. Update: Ha. I knew they sold that gross shit. I found it in the deli case. Yay, now I don't hafta make it... lol. Also, add a cheese cake to the list. AND, I wanna go riding, damn it. It's about 60 degrees out and almost partly sunny. If it stays this way a while or gets nicer, I am gonna go out on Storm for a few. We'll see.
In the meantime, I'll be gettin' shit done in here. See ya, again.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:34 AM | Comments (7) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Oh my Gawd...
Not only have I not done one damned thing yet to be ready for tomorrow, I just brushed out my hair preparatory to going to get Bird-zilla and when I looked at it in the mirror, one thing sprang instantly to mind:
Peter Frampton *sigh* My hair currently looks like his did on Frampton Comes Alive.This... this is not good. Not good at all.
Hell, it isn't even that attractive on him.
I just looked. Now I gotta wear a freakin' hat. The redneck answer to a bad hair night. But, yeah, man... I ain't done shit yet. As soon as I found out that this is to be an "after work" deal, I've slowed waaay down. Lazed around most of the day, after I did the horse-shit in the morning. But, I guess it is time to get it in gear for real. Oh great.
I no sooner finish typing that, then I yawn.
And, again. I think I just need some plain air for a change. Lack of oxygen can make you yawn, as well as being tired, so I'm gonna go with that theory. Anyway, me and my Frampton-do need to get the grocery shopping shit done. Be back later. Happy Turkey Day, y'all!!!!! *hugs*
Posted by: Stevie at 03:42 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 24, 2004
Just for the record...
I got Eric to do the Thanksgiving Test, too and he's:
You Are Mashed Potatoes |
Oridnary, comforting, and more than a little predictable You're the glue that holds everyone together. |
Well, that figures.
He IS from Idaho.
Posted by: Stevie at 01:33 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Well, okay then...
The hay ride wound up not happening after all. The group was of handicapped kids and it's already so wet, misty and kinda cold out, that coupled with rain literally falling, it was too much.
So, instead, I hayed and bedded the hosses. Annabelle, the Pop-Tart eating dipshit, broke into the front area we have out there, where we keep the feedbin and sometimes a bale or two of hay. She decided she just haaad to get in there and leave 49 piles of poop.Why, I do not know. But, I cleaned that up, and re-arranged some horse shit too while I was at it, and then bedded the guys and filled the hayracks and watered Storm. The other two were fine on water, thank Gawd. After a trip or two from the tap to the stalls, those five-gallon buckets start getting heavy. Soooo... now that I'm all sweated up and rained on, I think I'm done out there for now. Guess I'll grab something to eat, then get to cleaning. I'll be back later.
See ya's!
Posted by: Stevie at 01:07 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Again, with the last table... Jeezus.
What da fuck is it with this shit, anyway?
Again, last night, my last table was from Hell. I don't want no more "last tables".
And, while that makes it sound like I'm just gonna keep picking up forever, I assure y'all that is NOT what I mean... *giggle*
Fuck they are. The customer is always a scammin' little peckerhead with the memory capacity of a dead rodent is more like it. Ya know, I can see where, real soon here, I'm gonna start with the "Being a Decent Customer" lessons. Won't do me any good, personally, because no one knows I have a computer, let alone Xfire, at that restaurant, nor will they find out from me, but if what I say here causes just one other server anywhere to NOT wind up in tears because of an asshole, it'll be worth it. All in all, yesterday went well, screwups included. The reason I'm including them is because, first, I recovered well from them and second I learned from them. One thing that happened that bears mentioning is the "The Rock" (the weight-lifting waiter) defended me, quite animatedly, to Beverly DeAngelo when she got shitty with me because she didn't understand my point of my question about this one order. He did and he jumped her ass and after that, he was the one who helped me out.
Let me tell ya... that's a rarity. Ususally, either it just doesn't matter to anybody when I'm "wronged" or I'm the one being defended against, so this was a nice change. So... I survived six days in a row of that place, in more than one capacity.
I have yet to be yelled at by a cook (knocks on skull in lieu of wood).
I have yet to have a true moment of wanting to quit, although I have wondered once or twice just exactly what the hell I'm getting myself into.
I've not made as much as the long-time girls, but I ain't gonna complain, either.
And, considering the fact that I've spent several hours a day for the last six days in a high pressure atmosphere, inside of one small building with a buncha FEMALES and no one has been made to bleed yet, I think I'm doing pretty good. I feel rather centered and calm, so far. We'll see. I'll be going to see BL (Boss Lady- she was off the last two days) some time in the next day or so and Lord knows, she may have an entirely different read on the situation, hearing from everybody their opinions the way she does, but... in the meantime, I'm fine, as far as I know. Besides which, I ain't got time to worry about it right now. In about a half an hour, I'll be taking out what is probably the last hay ride of this year. And, after that, I have to SUPER-clean this house, go grocery shopping sometime tonight AFTER 10PM, and then... tomorrow... heh. There are supposedly gonna be about 10 people here for dinner, but we all know how that goes, right? (Refer to last years pre-T-day entry. At least nobody is gonna be blowing up my car this year...) All I know is: I'm gonna go get Bird-zilla and all the acoutrements, I'mina cook my ass off and anybody who's hungry can eat their heads off. I don't care what time, how many or for how long. I just wanna get thru this in one piece. (Thank the LORD I still have all that Tequila Rose...) Oh, and I seriously doubt I wanna work Friday after alla that. Other than that... I'm flexible, or "very bendy", to quote Phoebe Buffay.
Yeah, that's just what I need to start doing right now... becoming Phoebe. That'll help. I gotta go get dressed.
Pray for me, if yer of a mind to, okay?
Thanks... *grin* Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 10:13 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 23, 2004
My hand to God, except for that last table...
Yesterday went well.
I had a three table station, didn't get yelled at once by the cooks and I got to keep the tips, so I was happy. Hell, I even got called "perfect" three times by the same chick (Beverly DeAngelo) about the way I did the ordering.And, Gus, the allegedly "meanest" of the three brothers called me "Sweetie" once. I even got into the sidework a bit. It's still not too easy to just be able to look around and recognize what goes where and do we need more of it, yet, but I'm gettin' there. And, I seem to be running in the 15-20% range on tips, so I must be doing okay out there, too. My goal is more to make my tables laugh than almost anything else. If I get that laugh within the first visit to the table or two, I know we're gonna be okay. Today, no matter how hairy it may get, I will be fine. I know I'm off after this.
Thank God. On that note, I gotta go get ready to get ready.
Know what I mean? Ya know... there is this one little thing that, maybe if I get it out here, I can quit worrying about saying there. I hope. First off, keep in mind that, multiple times a day, I find myself asking, "Soup or salad?", okay? Now, here's a joke I read in Playboy once, about 400 years ago, that I now cannot seem to forget... An elderly couple (just like the ones I wait on, btw) were having difficulties in their sex life.
The old lady just couldn't seem to get the old guy interested.
So, she thought about it and decided to try to spice things up a little.
One night, after he had gotten into bed, she comes springing outta the bathroom in a costume, complete with a cape.
"Super Pussy!!", she announced.
The old man sleepily replied, "I'll take the soup." Now, can ya just SEE where that could be a potential problem, especially with my "fire before engaging brain fully" mouth is concerned?
Gawd.... I'm outta here.
Peace, people.
Posted by: Stevie at 07:30 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Found at AB's place, whom, by the way, is neither "antisocial", nor a "bitch", as far as I can tell. She's cool...
You Are the Stuffing |
You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together. People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why. |
"But, they're not sure why..."
rotflmfao.... AB really is pretty cool.
Go see...
Posted by: Stevie at 06:26 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
November 22, 2004
Dear Mother and daughter tag-team of retardation who were my last table tonight...
Thank you.
Thank you sooooo much for just everything about waiting on you. It was a real kick to bring you go-boxes before ya even ordered and I also truly enjoyed being asked utterly STOOPID questions like: "What's in the mixed vegetables?" (/whining voice) You came closer than you'll ever know to being told, "Bacon, dog shit and cardboard, of course..."
Pinheads.
me
Posted by: Stevie at 06:24 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
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