I think I'm gonna like this place....
There is absolutely no point in me even trying to remember, sort out or explain 90% of what happened yesterday morning.
There was just soooo much... wow.
Okay. I ran out late Wednesday night and got a new shirt and black "not jeans" and shoes. Oh, and a tie, which it turns out, I won't need because they give you them... *rolls eyes*
So, I get there about 2 minutes after 9, but still before the Boss Lady. (There will be no names used in any of this. I'm not COMPLETELY stupid, after all. I don't know how this cast of characters is gonna work out, but for now I'll just try to keep it simple.) Boss Lady is cool as hell. Reminds me of Sharon Osbourne in every good way imaginable. I like her. Plus, she was later than me... *grin* The lady who trained me has been there for 6 years and she is GOOD. There's another chick who looks like Beverly De Angelo and a guy who looks like Mr. Universe or some damned thing. I've never seen a waiter who looks like THAT before, Jeezus. Little kids all loooove him because, apparently, he looks like some dillhole wrestler called "The Rock", whomever in the glory of blazing hell HE is. (If it ain't Bret, it ain't registering in MY head, thanks...) Let's see... who else is there? Oh yeah, gorgeous little redhead, with a great sense of humor and taste in music and oh my GAWD, the jukebox.... They've got THE WALL!!! and Led Zep on that there thang!!! All they need is a little Skynyrd and some SRV and I'll be moving into the damned dining room... lol. Love it, love it, love it... The cooks are pretty cool, so far. Which basically means they haven't yelled at me yet. *giggle* I'mina endeavor to keep it that way, too. Oh yeah... another of the waitresses told me that "$80 a shift is SLOW. It's nothing to cash outta here with about $100 a day..." Okay. I can do that. (I can DO that? Holy freakin' SHIT!) One thing I figured out for sure and forever is that I MUST OBTAIN A SPORTS BRA and that I'd like to beat the bloody HELL outta the asshole jerkoff moron who invented those torture devices (bras) in the first fuckin' place. I absolutely, to the core of my very BEING, hate you, whomever you are. Bastard. I hadda pull that thing outta my SKIN when I got home. Eric sees this and suggests I get a bigger one. I looked at the label on that one and said, "Well, hell... this one is a 40D, how got damned BIG does it need to be?" "ER", is the obvious answer to THAT, I know... (big-"ER"... bigger? Got it? Cool... sorry...) Anyway, I got off at 1pm, came home, got extricated from the bra from hell, and went and got Eric's check cashed, came home, got undressed and passed out, pretty much, til around 10-ish. Then, when I got up, I came out here, fed all the critters, which, thanks to the dogs, included cleaning out the fridge and having to wash a large load of butter/storage dishes. But, I'm done now and I think I need to go back to sleep now, HOWEVER... Paul's going to be "away" for 10 days, sooooo.... prayforme, I'm gonna try connecting to YIM for a few and see if he's around. Oh.. and I go back in at 9am again. Cool. They're gonna have me actually wait on tables, too. Again, cool. Going at about 7am to WalMart for the sports bra, too. (I'm serious, I will NOT wear that thing again and not wearing a bra with a white shirt, while it may amuse a few customers and shit, is just NOT the way to do this, ya know?)At least, not yet...
*weg* Peace
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Hi Babe,
Been following the car/horse/job saga
daily. Congrats on the waitress job! Nothin'
like doing what you know. And, (even though it hasn't been entirely true on some of your rattier
diner jobs..) waitressing has to be easier than
rassling with animals with ten times your weight, and 1% of your brain power (ignoring the fact that cows don't have to contend with sports milkers...). And $80 to $100 a day ain't hard to put up with...
By the way, Norm and several of his pals went to Philly last night to see Slayer..
I thought they'd all be dead of age or at least
non-traditional smoke and pharmicutical use by this time. Maybe not all of the originals your Mom
boffed are still there, though Norm says they're
'kinda old'. (To me, that's around 100 years or so...) I remember one of the guys named Al, whose
dad belonged to the Eagles and the Moose with me.
(I can't remember his last name, nor the names of
the rest of the group... I recall going down to Malaga to see them in I-forget-which-bar about twenty-five years ago.)
Anyway, congratulations again. I have to run
samples again. (They must think this a lab or something...)
Love you..........Dad
Hi Babe,
Been following the car/horse/job saga
daily. Congrats on the waitress job! Nothin'
like doing what you know. And, (even though it hasn't been entirely true on some of your rattier
diner jobs..) waitressing has to be easier than
rassling with animals with ten times your weight, and 1% of your brain power (ignoring the fact that cows don't have to contend with sports milkers...). And $80 to $100 a day ain't hard to put up with...
By the way, Norm and several of his pals went to Philly last night to see Slayer..
I thought they'd all be dead of age or at least
non-traditional smoke and pharmicutical use by this time. Maybe not all of the originals your Mom
boffed are still there, though Norm says they're
'kinda old'. (To me, that's around 100 years or so...) I remember one of the guys named Al, whose
dad belonged to the Eagles and the Moose with me.
(I can't remember his last name, nor the names of
the rest of the group... I recall going down to Malaga to see them in I-forget-which-bar about twenty-five years ago.)
Anyway, congratulations again. I have to run
samples again. (They must think this a lab or something...)
Love you..........Dad
Posted by: haveayen at November 20, 2004 02:15 AM (OWcWc)
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Hi Dad!!!
Allan's last name is Sadler. There were two Allans, two Daves and a guy whose name was either Jeff or Mike, nobody seemed to know... lol.
Allan Sadler, Alan Belcher, Dave Layton, Dave whose last name begins with a "W" from Pennsville and that Jeff/Mike guy.
And, yeah, last time I saw them, about two years ago, they were playing under the name Last Call. They're still kickin' ass with that Southern Fried Rock they play and I suppose I'll love 'em all forever.
(Weldon? Was that the other Dave's last name? Close, if not it... he played keyboard.... Cute story about him...
They were breaking down one night, after playing at the Village Inn. I was there, roadie-ing for them like I like to do and, as Dave was packing up his keyboard, I, not thinking about what I was about to say, asked him, "Hey Dave. How much does your organ weigh, anyway?" He gives me this cute little look and says, "Oh, a pound or so, I guess..." and waits...
'Bout 5 seconds later, I wanted to melt into the floor when I realized what I'd said... lmao...
Learned a lifetime lesson right then, which was to ALWAYS call it a "keyboard".
Thanks Dave...
and it is Weldon, I believe.
*hugs the crap outta Dad*
Allan's last name is Sadler. There were two Allans, two Daves and a guy whose name was either Jeff or Mike, nobody seemed to know... lol.
Allan Sadler, Alan Belcher, Dave Layton, Dave whose last name begins with a "W" from Pennsville and that Jeff/Mike guy.
And, yeah, last time I saw them, about two years ago, they were playing under the name Last Call. They're still kickin' ass with that Southern Fried Rock they play and I suppose I'll love 'em all forever.
(Weldon? Was that the other Dave's last name? Close, if not it... he played keyboard.... Cute story about him...
They were breaking down one night, after playing at the Village Inn. I was there, roadie-ing for them like I like to do and, as Dave was packing up his keyboard, I, not thinking about what I was about to say, asked him, "Hey Dave. How much does your organ weigh, anyway?" He gives me this cute little look and says, "Oh, a pound or so, I guess..." and waits...
'Bout 5 seconds later, I wanted to melt into the floor when I realized what I'd said... lmao...
Learned a lifetime lesson right then, which was to ALWAYS call it a "keyboard".
Thanks Dave...
and it is Weldon, I believe.
*hugs the crap outta Dad*
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