Ugh...

Well, Dad... ya saved yer Birds from the post title, "Ooo, now I really hate the Iggles..."

Jeezus, whatta day.
I'm just gonna take yiz through it from morning til I finally got the hell home and then some...

First off, I didn't burst into flame upon donning ye old #81.
Amazing.

Then, Eric said I was cute. He said I looked like a chick from the 50's who was wearing her boyfriends jersey.
I said, "Okaaaay, but that makes you a gimpy black dude named Owens..." (whoever in the ever-lovin' HAIL he is.)

I got to work on time.

THAT's when it got kinda "hairy".

First thing was the chick who was in smoking with me wasn't there. I figured I had the whole area. This idea was reinforced by the hostess, who told me to get the first booth, which would usually be the other chicks. I did so, then picked up the other booth that woulda been the other chicks, THEN I find out that another waitress was covering the not-there-yet chicks station.
Oops.

I got her to take two of my tables, so that was "solved". Plus, it wasn't really my fault, because the ones who decided the station WAS covered didn't tell me til after I'd fricked up. So, Iggles jersey karma #1.

Then, I slightly screwed up the first 5 or so orders I called in. Nothing major... just stupid shit, like saying "homefries" when I meant "over" ('cause they're sooo similar, I guess *rolls eyes*), as in eggs. Annoying, but not fatal, still... Iggles jersey karma #2.

Then, some mush-mouthed dude ordered his shit and I only heard half of it. Hadda take a plate back to the window. *siiiigh* The main cook-slash-owner guy, the one ya do NOT wanna piss off too much or too often, actually was kinda cool about it. As I was walking up with the plate, he says to me, "now whatchoo do?", as if I bring plates back every 49 seconds... I grinned all embarrassed and told him what was up and he fixed it without getting mad. Iggles jersey karma #3 that I even had to go through that in the first place, though.
*Later on I was picking up another order and I told this same dude what eggs and shit I needed and said "I've got my toast.", to which he replied "Good for you", again cracking me up... (no bad karma this time, but I just wanted to mention it because it's so rare that this guy is being funny at that time of day)*

Then, at around 2pm, it died in there. BO-O-O-O-RING. Besides which, that's a tip-killer right there. In spite of getting a $7 tip on a $9 check, I barely cleared $50 all day. Iggles jersey karma #4.

I sat there with my thumb in my ASS til 3:30. Keep in mind I get off at (allegedly) 4pm. 3:30 I get three tables and two old farts at the counter. Iggles jersey karma #5.

My last table didn't friggin' LEAVE (damn it!!!) til 4:40pm. Iggles jersey karma #6.

Then, when I shoulda already been the hell home, I about got run off the road by a fire truck driving home. Say it with me, now... Iggles jersey karma #... what? 7? Yeah, #7.

Then, I got into the driveway and lo! and behold, the bosses idiot kid's skank girlfriend is blocking the damned driveway. Iggles jersey karma #8. 40 fuckin' acres to park in and the asshole just HAAAAS to block the skinny part of the driveway.
Braaa-vo, dork.

Then, I feed the dogs and Ziggy barfed. I'm not exactly positive that this can be blamed solely on the Iggles, but I sense a pattern here, so I'm goin' with it, okay?
Iggles jersey karma #9.

I took the stupid jersey off before we reached double digits.

Do ya's see what I'm talkin' about here? Did I not KNOW this was gonna go on? I may not have been able to pinpoint exactly which things were gonna go flooey, but I knew things would.
Two more days of this.... aawww Gawd.

Then, things started to change. Notice it's AFTER I remove the offending jersey....

First, I heard Barry White.
Then, I got the comments from "Kill me. NOW." I nearly peed myself laughing at Dad's....
Then, Eric just played part of "LowRider" to me via DirectConnect.
Plus, I'm watching "Grease".
And, I'm off tomorrow, thank the Lord.

Still no Normie cat, though.
Guess I'll be hiking around here tomorrow looking for his ass.
Where, just by the way, does one begin to look for a Tomcat on a hundred acre farm, any-damned-way?
Any ideas?
Ignernt cat, making me worry like this... all in the name of gettin' some. (Better be, anyhow. The alternative kills me... no pun intended.)

*coupla minutes later*

Man, I gotta tell ya... when you can sing nearly as deep-voiced as Barry White with ease like I can, singing "Hopelessly Devoted to You" with Olivia Newton-John is HARD. Can anyone besides DOGS even HEAR her? Jeez.
Ah well, Fuzznuts seemed to like it. (That's one of my kiddens...) In fact, he even yawned when she hit that last high note that I don't even try for as I don't wanna shatter my brass balls and all. Looked like he was singing it... *giggle*

Ya know... there is just no way to watch Travolta dance and remain "subdued" by an Iggles karma day.

Ooo, ooo... time for the dance off.
Gotta go.

I'll be back later, ya'll...

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 07:13 PM

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