Ok, so it's been a while, again. And I promise to get better about remembering to write in this thing. Before you continue to read, please let me warn you. Ahead are the things you are too scared to say. Some may be witty, or snarky, or funny, but most will just be mean. I have been a good girl, I go to work, and run my errands, and do my daily nonsense with a smile on my face. I think I deserve a little ranting and raving. So with my glass of wine in hand I trudge forward.
I don't know how much you know about my current situation, so let's bring it all up to speed. When I started this blog, I was working as a live in Nanny in Illinois. In November, after a whole lot of confusion and drama, I moved to St Louis, Mo. I now work as a waitress at a place called McGinty's. [Now please know that I don't really work at McGinty's. We aren't supposed to mention work or work related information on the internet, so I have a code word system. None of the names will be true.] I love my job. I am home by three everyday and I make bank. It's fabulous.
I looooove living alone. It is quiet. And I do miss my sister. But I love it. Slowly but surely I am getting my apartment the way I want it. Currently I sleep on an elevated air mattress and I have two desks and a camp chair. But my walls have a ton of pictures all over. So it's my little slice of heaven.
I am at this moment 7 months into a year long sabbatical from sex. I didn't exactly choose for this to happen. I moved. I didn't know anyone. I didn't get out much. But now it's under my control. And I have decided to continue in an attempt to cleanse my mind and body of needless boy drama. And let's face it, at this point it is all needless boy drama. So I said enough. I'm on strike. All my friends calling me for advice or just to vent about their drama have only further reinforced how I feel about the situation.
So, I encounter hundreds of people on a daily basis. I see behavior that is completely unacceptable. I see outfits that need to be burned. And I meet some stupid stupid people. Now, normally I would not ever make fun of someone due to their intelligence level, but some of it is just insane.
Example 1: A coworker of mine got into a verbal argument with a customer a few days ago because the customer was insisting she wanted us to put Monterey cheese on her sandwich and not the Jack. And when we tried to inform her that Monterey Jack is ONE cheese, it's just a long name, the customer got pissed. Seriously, I think this lady wanted us to have a magic cheese sifter in our kitchen or something.
Example 2: The restaurant I work at is CRAZY busy. Sundays are a shit show. Anytime after 830am you will be waiting for at least 10 minutes for a table, sometimes longer. Well, I absolutely love when I am running my ass off and the phone rings. So I answer the phone and someone asks "How long of a wait is it right now?" I tell them about 10 minutes. Then they say "Do you know how long the wait will be in an hour?" And all I want is to scream "Sorry, but we gave the psychic the day off. I suggest you call Miss Cleo!"
Example 3: "Excuse me, Miss? What's the difference between your hot tea and your iced tea?" Seriously? Did this just happen to me? Well, other than the temperature, not a whole hell of a lot.
Example 4: This girl came walking into the restaurant the other day, wearing a pink fishnet top under a wife beater, camo capri pants and blue Uggs. Think about that for a while.
Those are just a few that popped into my head. And those are just the customers. One of my coworkers, although she is sweet as pie, is the biggest stoner I have ever met, and insists on talking in a British accent almost all of the time. And some of the things she says could probably win her some kind of Nut of the Year award. She busts right into conversations with things that make no sense, and they could give the Shit My Dad Says guy a run for his money. I wish I could set those two up.
I do believe that's all I have on the complaining front for the time being. I do however have to get caught up on shoes!
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