Okay, so it's gonna wind up being "interesting" first....
Fine.
(And, just by the way, I totally heard the word "interesting" in Bugs Bunny's voice, when I thought it. You remember... when he's doing that big orange monster with the sneakers' manicure? He draws it out, kinda... "Iiiin-ter-resting". Yeah. That's gonna be what it is, first. I can tell already....) As hard as the store manager argued and as pissed as he still was at them when I "ran into" him in the store Tuesday, "Corporate" said nada. *shrugs*Oh, fuckin' well.
NEXT!!!! (Which is just about what I did, too.)
It would have been cool to go back there, but I was mostly ambivalent about it anyway, so I was fine with that. On my way back to the Bird, I got to thinking... what next? What do I want to do? What do I wanna be able to tell a few particular people that I did with this situation?
Well, I knew "folded up like Joey Tribiani gettin' out of a poker hand" (which, if I'm not mistaken is compared to folding "like a cheap hooker who just got punched in the stomach by a fat guy with bad acne", or some such silliness) wasn't it. Soooo, I got in my clean, spicy smelling, fun-to-drive car and went to about 7 or 8 different diners/restaurants and I now have quite the collection of applications to fill out and return. There was also one I filled out on the spot for one place and the two other places who (that?) were outta apps, where I left my name and number anyway. That's all good, but... I don't know what it is, but this is not as easy as it used to be.Used to be, I'd walk into a place and just ask, "Y'all need a waitress?" and be hired right then. What is this "application" shit, anyway? *rolls eyes*
Just hire me, tell me when to be here and then go away.
That's all I need.
I promise.
*weg* Hell, I even asked at the gas station I go to 400 times a week for dip and smokes. "Jim" said they'd just hired someone, but he'd let me know if anything opened up and I saw him scoping out the Bird, which I'd conveniently parked right in front of his large ass "be-able-to-see-the-gas-pumps" window. And, I also know they aren't real thrilled with the new night guy, which is a shame because he really is a sweetie, he's just lost in there. He reminds me of Luther, from "Coach". Sweet, but Dear Jesus, clueless, ya know? Anyway, I'd hate to take his job, BUT, if he loses it all by himself, first, I'd not be too adverse to trying it on and seeing if it fits.
Hell, it IS right down the road, ya know, and what with winter and that "sn" shit about to happen, added to the fact that my car weighs less than my ass, just about, you can see where the hilly, curvy roads around here lose their charm for a bit. The closer, the better.
For now, anyway. In fact, I'm about to get dressed and ready to go back to one of the places where I left my name and number, in a few minutes here. I'm supposed to talk to someone named Kelly. While I was there, while one chick was looking for the non-existant apps, another waitress came over and I checked out the uniform and she made it clear that I really should come back, so I will. Plus, the uniform includes a black tie and I truly do LOVE wearing ties, because they look so damned sexy to me... I like that. *grin*
Then, a little while ago, I was looking for a particular sweater and my old waitress apron fell off the closet shelf onto my head, so yeah God.... I can take a hint, Dude.
Relax.
Don't be dropping no black shoes on my skull, okay? I'm goin', I'm goin'... (in a MINUTE!) And, while I wasn't posting the last day or so, I was still "communicating" with a few of the bestest people.... Let's see...
I got to finally talk to Mad Wm., when he IM-ed me from a Starbucks. That was kinda cool... *grin*, although, now he's got his shit hooked up at home and do I hear from him since? Nooooo. *giggle* Goofball. (Both of us, not just him...) I also got to keep 'Bob from Va.' up half the night. I "met" him in my comments a few months back and he is BRILLIANT when it comes to "kid shit" and some of the random crap in my head. Talking to him was GREAT and being able to put a face to his words was awesome. He is so cool... (and gorgeous. He swears he's my Dad's age, but daaamn. I hope I "age" half as well... *whew*) THEN, last night, who pops up on the screen but PAUL!!!! Holy SHIT!!!
The IM-ing lasts for about 15 minutes, til, between the nailtips and the tears, I couldn't see to type anymore, so I called him. Wonder how much a 4 hour conversation from Pa. to Canada costs? Hmmmm... (Aw, don't let it throw ya. I didn't, besides, this morning, upon persuing the paper, I discovered that Bill, the guy who owns this place and pays my (cell) phone basically, has some "unclaimed property" that the Pa. Treasury is wanting to give him and I sent the paper out with Eric for him, so he can use that 'windfall' to pay the bill and, how cool is that?)
HOLY, HOLY SHIT, MAN!!!!! Y'all ain't gonna believe this.... I was just "previewing" this post, correcting spelling and shit, when my cell phone rings. I assumed it was this one buddy of mine who calls me pretty much every Wednesday to let me know he'll be "in" at that store (yeah, THAT store...) and, when I grabbed it to answer it, I saw that I didn't recognize the number.
Hmmmm... I answer and it was... THE VERY WOMAN I WAS JUST GONNA GO MEET!!! I GO IN TOMORROW AT 9:00AM, FOR TRAINING!!!!! HOLY SHIT, THANK YOU GOD!!!!!! This is what I was juuuust talking about. Walk in, ask, get hired, but Jeezus, this is the first time I ever got hired BEFORE I met the person! WOW!!!
And, she's already called me "Sweetie".
*grin* I think I need to go do the patented "Chandler Happy Dance" for a bit, with a touch of the "Daffy Duck Bounce Around on Yer Head-n-Shit" routine thrown in for good measure. I shall return.....
*barely manages to click "save" from all the bouncing and screaming*
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CONGA RATS!
This is the one with the ties?
Now what would be funny is we knew where it was and did a random drop in.
This is the one with the ties?
Now what would be funny is we knew where it was and did a random drop in.
Posted by: Mad William Flint at November 17, 2004 06:03 PM (/j9KS)
Posted by: Mad Mikey at November 17, 2004 08:39 PM (ysS8l)
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Ah yes, the ties. I used to work at an establishment that required those. Now I just wear what I want, so much nicer in my opinion. A push up bra, low cut top, red lipstick. Yep, works every time!
Posted by: Maeve at November 17, 2004 09:16 PM (6E1RR)
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Mad Wm, yes Lovey, the place with the ties...
Mad Mikey... lmao... Dude you are just too adorable for words...
Maeve, if I had that kinda body, I'd do that, too, but ain't no point trying that til I get back into my 29" waist jeans... (which'll probably be about, what?...a month?...after I die? *giggle*)
Mad Mikey... lmao... Dude you are just too adorable for words...
Maeve, if I had that kinda body, I'd do that, too, but ain't no point trying that til I get back into my 29" waist jeans... (which'll probably be about, what?...a month?...after I die? *giggle*)
Posted by: Stevie at November 17, 2004 09:38 PM (sosrQ)
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A little OT, but for the first time in many, many years, I dropped below 200 lbs on Monday.
(Of course, it was after sucking about 3 kilos of garbage out of my bloodstream....)
I'm gonna have to get new jeans soon....probably 33" or maybe even 32"....
(Of course, it was after sucking about 3 kilos of garbage out of my bloodstream....)
I'm gonna have to get new jeans soon....probably 33" or maybe even 32"....
Posted by: Mad Mikey at November 17, 2004 10:09 PM (ysS8l)
Posted by: AmyVegas at November 18, 2004 03:38 PM (iS3EV)
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