Yeah, I'm still around....

Even though nobody has asked.

*giggle*

Nothing too major going on, except...

That mean cook at work?
He's being nice.
To me.

One of us MUST have a brain tumor.

Know who I WISH had one?
The big-mouthed, judgemental, ignorant waitress who, naturally, is "safe from unemployment for several reasons".

Whatta bitch this one is.
Jeezus.

She was working the other day and had the nerve to ask, loudly, at one point if I'm stupid, because after "all this time" I'm still a tad shakey on understanding every nuance of the ordering shit.

And, she didn't even have the balls to be asking me. I just heard it.

First off, she proved herself to be even stupider than she accused me of being.
If she knows so fuckin' much, she'd "know" I've worked there, literally been inside the building, less than 45 days. Okay, right about 45 days.
I suppose a month and a half is enough for just EVERYBODY to crack the code of the dopey way of ordering shit.

Horseballs, it is.

What her real problem is and I'm not gonna exaggerate this... She weighs about 100 pounds more than me and she's a good foot shorter.
How the fuck she can even waitress at all is beyond me.
Well, slowly is one way.
Blocking aisles is another.

Hell, I almost wound up getting proposed to by some guy last week because of her fat ass.
She was blocking the aisle I needed to get through with a tray of food and I had a choice. Face her and slide by, or face the guy at the counters back and slide by. I chose him. I also ran my hand across his shoulders so he'd know I was there and not move til I got by.
He didn't move, but he did shudder and grin.

Later on he said "thank you" to me and that he didn't mind at all, it's just that it's been a while....
*giggle*
Poor guy. He was sweet, though.
I explained why I'd done that that way and he, I think, was hoping she'd be in the way a few more times.

Same day, Mr. Meancook was in for breakfast. He's been on vacation for a week, but he still shows up. Sits in smoking, too, but not at any of my tables, thank Gawd. I'd probably wind up dropping something...
As it was, I was zooming by his table empty-handed and saw that he had empty plates on his table, so I took 'em outta his way.

He said, "Thanks, Dear..."

I damned near walked into the wall after that one, lemme tell ya.

I worked with him yesterday and he didn't scream at anybody, even once. He gave this one chick a little shit, but he HAS to do that on a daily basis or I think he'll wither up and die, or something.

In other news...
The TV show "Murphy Brown" kicks ass!

I'm just finding this out, now, thanks to TVLand. I'm taping it and I'm right this second watching an episode about Murphy stealing Clinton's cat and I'm laughing so fuckin' hard, I'm literally crying....
Miles is adorable.

This seems to be one of those rare "benefits" of having spent so many years in hell. I was so freaked out, trying to survive emotionally, if not several other ways, that I didn't have the time, mind or capacity to know of things like this when it was current.

Consequently, "Murphy Brown" is new to me now. And funnier than balls.

I didn't do "Friends" when I was supposed to, either.
Tch.
Oh well.
Works for me, anyway.

What else?

Oh yeah. Heh, heh...

I is a dork.
Sorta.

(Okay, "mostly". Shaddap.)

Here's a little testament to the "new" way I've been driving since I got my license back...
(Some call it "conservative", as in "good". I think it's "old"... or I am.)

Any-friggin'-way...
About... what?... two weeks ago or so, I noticed my brakes were kinda.... soft. I thought I was having to extend my foot too far, but then again... maybe not. I wasn't sure...
Then, as the time goes by, I realize that I am having to go to the floor with 'em. Hmmm... this can't be good.
Me, the pre-Alzheimer's patient that I am, I keep fuckin' forgetting to check the fluid. Duuuh... *drool*

Jeezus. It took me forEVER to remember, but I finally did last night.

Uh yeah... all but empty well there, Chick. Other one is about half.
Uh-huh. That could have sumptin' to do with it, I think.... Even so... I didn't have one single incident of braking trouble because I DRIVE LIKE AN OLD WOMAN NOW!!!!!!
(Not that I culdn't still whip it out if need be, but damn. Ya know?)

Thank God and my car, it didn't need to be bled. I was so not in the mood for that. Especially considering that I remembered to do this shit at aboooout 10:30 last night (Wednesday night, actually) and the fact that it also needed a spot of oil and a little anti-freeze and a touch of tranny fluid.
Yes, the wiper fluid was fine.

Only other thing is my damn-blasted elbow. It my right one and it's the little knob-thingy on the joint itself. If you extend your arm palm down and feel it, it's the little knobby thing on top, facing away from you...
Well, I do NOT know what I did to it in the first place, but it hurts. It's been kinda achy and sore for a week or more and a coupla days ago, I solidly whacked it, naturally, on the edge of a booth wall. Oooh, I almost fainted.... ooooowwwwwwwwww...... ya know?

It almost feels like it wants a brace, but I can't find one, plus the idea of the brace being all bunched up in the crook of my elbow itches already. I lift trays and shit with my left arm, so that's not what ails it. I do set the plates on the tables with my right hand, but they aren't that heavy, it's just repetitious. Could that be it and if it is, how do ya fix it?
I have tried Ibuprofen, but it doesn't make it stop completely. Better than nuthin', though. Although, it'd be even better than that if it'd just stop it.

Know what I'm sayin'?

Okay.
I need to get in gear, here.
Gotta go to the store, get a shower, wash da hair.. it's endless.

But, FIRST.... off to the "library" with me.
And a cuppa coffe.
And Stephen King. (Hearts in Atlantis... again. *grin*)

Y'all have as good a day as ya's can, okay?

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 03:24 AM

Comments

1 I was gonna give you one more day and then I would have been sending you an e-mail about your whereabouts....but since you're obviously alive, I'll refrain from dispatching it.

(I've been reading a history book about the U.S. Navy and the Barbary Pirates - I'm starting to sound like the Captains of those ships....)

Posted by: Mad Mikey at January 28, 2005 09:30 AM (qmJpf)

2 "How the fuck she can even waitress at all is beyond me.
Well, slowly is one way.
Blocking aisles is another."

ROFLMFAO!!! Gawd, I so needed to laugh and that definately DID IT! Thanks!

Hope your elbow gets to feelin' better, and your kitty comes home safely, and for sure...get some sleep already WOMAN! You're gonna make yourself sick.

Love your stuff, and DID miss ya, but was having "issues" this week and didn't comment no wheres. *sighs* Take care and have a good week!

Posted by: Zette at January 31, 2005 01:38 AM (scn2b)

3 nothing

Posted by: vicky at October 11, 2005 11:12 PM (4hsJF)






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