Yes, it's been almost two years since I posted on this blog, and for damn good reasons too. Let's sum it up real quick so I can go eat my pizza rolls.
1) Poke & I are together - forever - as I am currently pregnant with his child & due in only nine short weeks. More on that later!
2) Have had lots of jobs in the past two years, most of them have sucked, but now I have a sweet job (back at a retirement community, where I always wanted to be!) and I hope I am able to stay there for a long time.
3) Still need money, only now it's like $80,000. So fork it over if you wish.
Anyway, that's about it for now, I will be posting more regularly since I am on the computer a lot for my part-time job and need to take breaks here & there so I don't doze off.
13 May 2011
02 November 2009
Done with that, onto this...
Poke: Nope, it's done.
Work: Fine. I have a performance plus problem, which means I hold myself WAY UP HERE and consider everyone else to be way down here and I can't expect them to meet my standards of excellence. Great.
POF.com: Yay I met a super swell guy, BL. We have hit it off! I dig it. So for now, I'm staying off the website so I can see where this goes.
Money: Need some. Lots. Like $60,000.00 for student loans. Fucking shit.
Work: Fine. I have a performance plus problem, which means I hold myself WAY UP HERE and consider everyone else to be way down here and I can't expect them to meet my standards of excellence. Great.
POF.com: Yay I met a super swell guy, BL. We have hit it off! I dig it. So for now, I'm staying off the website so I can see where this goes.
Money: Need some. Lots. Like $60,000.00 for student loans. Fucking shit.
06 September 2009
Wow, what a month...
Poke: yeah, we fuck a lot now but I've come to realize that there is no hope for us. He doesn't entertain me like he used to, he's not the same person I fell in love with. I still feel like he's my best friend, but even that's starting to wax and wane as time goes by. Fine with me! I've got better things to do.
Men: suck. I went out on a date with a really swell guy and I thought it went well. Apparently I thought wrong because less than 4 days later he was already ignoring my texts and not returning my phone call. Whatever. Then there was this other guy who never even met me in person (more on that later) and when I called him out for constantly wanting to meet but never agreeing to any options I gave him (he basically wanted to come to my house and I said no it must be in public), he called me large and repulsive. Nice. THEN there was this boy at work who has been flirting with me since I started. We exchanged numbers, he called me once, we talked at work, and then Slutsy McFuckstick (a girl in my department) decided she wanted to get w/him and basically sabotaged the whole thing. He and I made plans to go out last tuesday and he didn't call or show up. Awesome. Two days later I find out he already has a girlfriend! Needless to say my hurt and sadness over that didn't last. So, yeah. Rejected three times in one week, my confidence surely took a blow.
POF.com: plentyoffish.com, a dating website. Been talkin' to some guys on there. It's not bad, it's not great, it just is. I'm not too concerned with it right now, but I would like to find someone nice and friendly and not fucked up in the head.
Other: Work is great. I love my job, but I still hate getting up at the godforesaken crack of dawn. I got a new cell phone, the LG enV 3 and it rules. When I went to buy it, they said I could get two new phones free after rebate. I was like awesome and called my parents to ask if they wanted new phones. They said yes. Well when they saw their phones they hated them and it was a big fucking problem. I was like wow ok can we be more ungreatful? Thanks. My friend NW from school came over to MW/AH's house with me last night. Then we came home and had adult time. It was spectacular. My friends liked him, as far as I can tell, and everyone was getting along and having lots of fun. Yay. He tried to fuck me in the bathroom and they caught us LOL it's a good thing he locked the door!
Well I suppose that's all for now, I guess it'll be another month before I post again? Maybe not, I'm gonna try to keep it up like I used to.
Oh - and - GO BUCKS! First game was yesterday, we beat Navy (barely), 31-27.
Men: suck. I went out on a date with a really swell guy and I thought it went well. Apparently I thought wrong because less than 4 days later he was already ignoring my texts and not returning my phone call. Whatever. Then there was this other guy who never even met me in person (more on that later) and when I called him out for constantly wanting to meet but never agreeing to any options I gave him (he basically wanted to come to my house and I said no it must be in public), he called me large and repulsive. Nice. THEN there was this boy at work who has been flirting with me since I started. We exchanged numbers, he called me once, we talked at work, and then Slutsy McFuckstick (a girl in my department) decided she wanted to get w/him and basically sabotaged the whole thing. He and I made plans to go out last tuesday and he didn't call or show up. Awesome. Two days later I find out he already has a girlfriend! Needless to say my hurt and sadness over that didn't last. So, yeah. Rejected three times in one week, my confidence surely took a blow.
POF.com: plentyoffish.com, a dating website. Been talkin' to some guys on there. It's not bad, it's not great, it just is. I'm not too concerned with it right now, but I would like to find someone nice and friendly and not fucked up in the head.
Other: Work is great. I love my job, but I still hate getting up at the godforesaken crack of dawn. I got a new cell phone, the LG enV 3 and it rules. When I went to buy it, they said I could get two new phones free after rebate. I was like awesome and called my parents to ask if they wanted new phones. They said yes. Well when they saw their phones they hated them and it was a big fucking problem. I was like wow ok can we be more ungreatful? Thanks. My friend NW from school came over to MW/AH's house with me last night. Then we came home and had adult time. It was spectacular. My friends liked him, as far as I can tell, and everyone was getting along and having lots of fun. Yay. He tried to fuck me in the bathroom and they caught us LOL it's a good thing he locked the door!
Well I suppose that's all for now, I guess it'll be another month before I post again? Maybe not, I'm gonna try to keep it up like I used to.
Oh - and - GO BUCKS! First game was yesterday, we beat Navy (barely), 31-27.
07 August 2009
Glen Campbell and Kenny Rogers!
The Big Cardinal At the Front Gate of the Fair...At the Ohio State Fair, Tuesday August 4th! It. Was. Amazing.
Poke came over around 5:30pm and picked me up, we drove down to the fair and got there around six. Only took about 15 minutes to get there; we'd left at around 5:45pm. At first I was all confused and getting irritated cuz we drove in, didn't pay for parking (included in concert ticket price!), and starting heading towards the back. Every time we came to a parking area/crossroads, the cops waved us on. I was like "Um, do they think we're leaving?!" Finally at the very last chance, they directed us to park. One of the most annoying things in the world is having someone direct me with hands - I was like yelping at Poke to TURN TURN TURN and he's like I AM! I DONT WANNA GO IN THE MUD! and meanwhile the fucking cop is trying to make him park in a hugr mud puddle - basically directing him right to it. Jesus. In the end, we were ok - mostly cuz Poke parked crooked on purpose so he was not in the mud and so I didn't have to step in it to get out. =)
Luckily the haywagon tram was stopped right at our line picking people up/dropping folks off, so we hopped right onto it and rode our way to the front gate. We weren't really that far from the front gate, but walking would have been a pain and I'm sure we would have gotten lost! When we got off the tram, we immediately started to hold hands and I was like "oh, sorry I was about to hold your hand" and he was like "that's ok, I want you to." I didn't know what to think of that because when we were dating we always held hands, or he would always have his arm around me when we were walking and he had already done that several times to/from the car, etc. I guess old habits die hard. Anyway, at the front there was a AAA booth, and since Poke now has AAA, we stopped to see what was up and ended up with a free ticket to the Skyride! Then we headed to the gate, showed our Kenny Rogers tickets, and waltzed right in. Yay! We got a map and a booklet, walked a little ways, and there was the Skyride. Poke went to buy me a ticket but before he could hand the guy the money some lady was like "ma'am! ma'am!" and I turn around and she's like "here you can have my free ticket I won't use it." So I yelled to Poke "CANCEL!" cuz even though it was only $3 to ride, free is better! We got in line (lol, we were the only ones behind one couple) and then had to go stand on the yellow box to wait. I was scared cuz you have to hop up into the chair like a ski lift (which I have never been on) and hang on for dear life. Poke had no issue but my legs are short and I barely made it hahahaha. So we rode the Skyride to the other end of the Fair and passed the Celeste Center, where the concert was to be held, on the way. When we got off POke needed to potty so we walked over to this random building with stuff in it and while he p'd I smoked outside. He told me about this girl ripping him off of some cash he'd given her for tickets to TOOL, and I laughed, and reminded him that everyone sucks but me. He said he knew. Then we started walking again, and Poke said he was hungry now and wanted to get some food. I had had him stop at Wendy's on the way so I could get a Jr Cheeseburger, just so I wouldn't eat a ton of Fair food, so I was not hungry at all. He ended up getting a $7 Meatball Splash - worth about $5 - and from the way he wolfed it down, it was thoroughly enjoyed! LOL.
Poke on the haywagon tram
Me on the haywagon tram
View from the Skyride
Me and Poke on the Skyride
Meatball Splash!We walked to the Celeste Center and smoked a cigarette, for at this time it was around 7:15pm. The concert started at 7:30pm. When we were done smoking we got in line to get in, had our tickets scanned, and after another potty break we found our seats. The seats were kinda far back (not as far back as they seem in the pics, my camera phone is just weird like that), a little bit farther than half-way from the stage but still on the floor. We were in an angled row and he let me have the end seat so I could see. We saw a booth off to the left selling Kenny Rogers shirts, and I wanted one sooooooooooooooo bad but it was $25 and I have a really hard time paying more than $15 for a t-shirt. I told Poke it was a shame we didn't live together anymore cuz if we did we could have bought one shirt and shared it. He got this look on his face like he was plotting and I said "No, we cannot have dual custody of a t-shirt. You cannot have it every other weekend and three weeks during the summer. It won't work" and we laughed. We were still contemplating whether or not to buy a shirt when the lights went down. Poke and I hurried back to our seats and just in time too because at that moment Glen Campbell came on stage!
Glen Campbell was pretty sweet. I wasn't sure how much I would enjoy it cuz I didn't think I knew that many of his songs - turns out I know a whole bunch! Plus he sang a few covers, including "Dream" (Everley Brothers) and "Jackson" (Johnny Cash/June Carter) with his daughter. He even played "Classical Gas" by Mason Williams, my number one favorite instrumental! Glen finished with "Rhinestone Cowboy", my favorite song by him, and I was beside myself with giddiness. Overall, Glen Campbell was great. However, the best was yet to come.
Waiting for the concert to start
Glen Campbell
Glen Campbell played from 7:30pm til 8:30pm and then there was a half-hour intermission. We went outside and smoked then headed back to our seats. I thought maybe the place would fill up (for example, our row had been empty except us and one other couple) but it didn't seem like there were more people than before. At 9pm sharp, the lights went down, some music started, and Kenny came out on stage. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! Everyone jumped to their feet, clapping and whooping, and we were no different. It gave me chills just being in the same area as Kenny. He sang two songs, kinda combined, and then talked to the audience a bit. There was a guy in the front row w/his wife, and apparently this guy's name was Glen Campbell. Kenny thought this was hilarious and chose him as the man of the evening. He made a deal with the non-famous Glen Campbell that if Kenny sang a song Glen recognized, he'd throw him a $10 bill. By the end of the night this guy had a fistful of cash and Kenny tossed him a t-shirt! I was so jealous. Kenny sang only two songs I didn't recognize, and right in the middle he sang "Just Dropped In" and Poke and I went craaaaazy when the first chords were played. It was amazing. (Side note - I have some videos but I don't know how I can upload them - I'll try though.) When Kenny sang the love songs Poke put his arm around me, we were holding hands/touching the whole time. It was strange and fine at the same time. Kenny showed a video montage of "The Gambler" tv show while he sang the song of the same name, had a cardboard cut-out of Tim McGraw on stage while he sang some song they'd done together as a duet, showed another montage of pics of his wife Wanda & their 5 yr old twin sons during another song, and was overall a pretty funny guy while talking to the crowd in between songs. It was awesome.
Kenny Rogers!
When we got out, Poke wanted to ride a ride but they were all closed so we just left. On the way back he asked if I wanted to go to the Filling Station for karaoke and I suggested Brewstirs instead because it was on the way. We stopped in there, Cat was doing her show, and Valdez happened to be there as well. The crowd was pretty thin so we actually got to sing abotu 3 songs each - usually it's so packed you can barely sing one, maybe two if you get there super early - but we'd gotten there around 10:30pm so I felt lucky to sing so many! A few times when we were outside smoking this one drunk weird dude was out there being creepy and annoying. The last time we went out, Poke stopped at the bathroom and I headed out alone, thinking he'd be right behind me in a minute. Well, unfortunately, he was not. This creepy fucking dude tried to kiss me, grabbed my head and everything, and I was like "NO!" and I could hear Poke on the other side of the door, so I was like "POKE! POKE! POKE!" trying to get him to come outside or at least look out the door. He didn't so I just threw my cigarette down and walked back in. He was like "what's going on" and as we walked back to our seat (we'd already moved from a table to the bar to get away from this creepo dude) I told him what happened. Poke was SO pissed. He wanted to kick the dude's ass. I felt special, ya know, Poke wanting to defend my honor and all that. We left the bar at closing and went home to my house. Adult enjoyment followed.
Sadly when I woke up, on the couch, at 6:15am to my work-day alarms (which I had forgotten to turn off), Poke was gone. I was half asleep and all confused, looking all over the house for him and then for my keys, having noticed the door was locked. I called him and called him but he didn't answer, so I just went up to bed. I woke back up around 10am and he had texted me that he put the keys through the mail slot (true, I went down and found them in the corner) and that he was sorry he left, it was a shitty thing to do, but he was starving and knew he'd never be able to wake me up to get me upstairs (also true, when I'm drunk and pass out there is no waking me up and/or moving me). I was upset but at least his reason for leaving made sense.
So now, things are back to "normal" - not with me and Poke, just with my life. I had one day of excitement and it's back to the grind. My job is going very well and I love it, except for having to wake up SO early and drive SO far. I'm in charge (3rd in command) and I make decisions and shit is up to me. I like being my own "boss" instead of having to bow to everyone like at the assisted living place I worked at for my externship. OH! Speaking of, my college graduation was this past Sunday and it was nice. I got to see my friends and get my actual piece of paper degree and now it's all over. Woot!
28 July 2009
Been So Long
Hey peeps, what's up.
Whole lot of nothing going on over here, mostly because I started my new job as a gourmet chef at a local grocery store. Hell yeah.
RR is kinda fading away from the picture... sad, but I had a feeling it might come to this. He told me over and over that he's not interested in a serious relationship, even though he didn't act like it, and I think he's feeling like he needs to pull away. So be it.
Unfortunately, Poke is back in the picture. We're not getting back together, just hanging out and being friends. I've had several people tell me to try it again, and twenty times that many (including my own brain) tell me to run fast and far away. Who knows what will happen.
My graduation is on Sunday and I'm kinda excited. I already have my degree, but it will be kinda cool to go through the ceremony and have it be "official".
Other than that... nothing to report!
Whole lot of nothing going on over here, mostly because I started my new job as a gourmet chef at a local grocery store. Hell yeah.
RR is kinda fading away from the picture... sad, but I had a feeling it might come to this. He told me over and over that he's not interested in a serious relationship, even though he didn't act like it, and I think he's feeling like he needs to pull away. So be it.
Unfortunately, Poke is back in the picture. We're not getting back together, just hanging out and being friends. I've had several people tell me to try it again, and twenty times that many (including my own brain) tell me to run fast and far away. Who knows what will happen.
My graduation is on Sunday and I'm kinda excited. I already have my degree, but it will be kinda cool to go through the ceremony and have it be "official".
Other than that... nothing to report!
23 July 2009
Angry and Frustrated
So, I don't know what's going on with my "men" these days. I have my RR, who referred me as his "fuck buddy" (fine) and then also, please don't hit me, Poke's back in the picture. Ugh.
Well what I'm angry and frustrated about is the fact that Poke is going on vacation to Cozumel, Mexico. It's just not fair. Now was supposed to be our time together making a wonderful life and having tons of cash and living high on the hog and so forth. Instead he left my ass high and dry and I had to struggle the last few months to pay the bills he left me... I even had to find a new job. Goddamn it, NOT FAIR! It's not fucking fair that he is living well and has no money worries while I bust my ass all over the place just to make ends meet. Why does this always happen to me? Why am I constantly fucked?!
*sigh*
I don't even know if I can write any more cuz I'm so irritated. Even if I hadn't started talking to Poke again I would still know that he's living well with lots of cash and few bills and that has irked me since the moment he walked out the door. FUCK! I'm so angry.
Now, a repeat of a previously viewed video:
Well what I'm angry and frustrated about is the fact that Poke is going on vacation to Cozumel, Mexico. It's just not fair. Now was supposed to be our time together making a wonderful life and having tons of cash and living high on the hog and so forth. Instead he left my ass high and dry and I had to struggle the last few months to pay the bills he left me... I even had to find a new job. Goddamn it, NOT FAIR! It's not fucking fair that he is living well and has no money worries while I bust my ass all over the place just to make ends meet. Why does this always happen to me? Why am I constantly fucked?!
*sigh*
I don't even know if I can write any more cuz I'm so irritated. Even if I hadn't started talking to Poke again I would still know that he's living well with lots of cash and few bills and that has irked me since the moment he walked out the door. FUCK! I'm so angry.
Now, a repeat of a previously viewed video:
14 July 2009
mydrunktext.com
hilarious
(650): Not only did she give the most amazing oral, but she made me the best sandwich. God's cruel irony that allows fat chicks to be so great at these two things.
(908): I'm pretty sure angry flying monkeys live in her vag - and they're Republican, too.
(412): before you come to my house stop somewhere and get me a ladder, rope, Bandaids, ice cream, peanut butter, jello, icepops and handcuffs. if not, don't even bother coming
(805): He quoted an N'sync song to confess his attraction to me. Needless to say, I had sex with him.
(403): Received from a friend at a strip bar: "How the fuck is it that a Cambodian chick in a redneck town is dancing to Latino music working in a titty bar owned by a Chinese cowboy?"
(914): so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
and the finale... wonder who posted this...
(303): We need yo make a Helen Keller horror movie.
(650): Not only did she give the most amazing oral, but she made me the best sandwich. God's cruel irony that allows fat chicks to be so great at these two things.
(908): I'm pretty sure angry flying monkeys live in her vag - and they're Republican, too.
(412): before you come to my house stop somewhere and get me a ladder, rope, Bandaids, ice cream, peanut butter, jello, icepops and handcuffs. if not, don't even bother coming
(805): He quoted an N'sync song to confess his attraction to me. Needless to say, I had sex with him.
(403): Received from a friend at a strip bar: "How the fuck is it that a Cambodian chick in a redneck town is dancing to Latino music working in a titty bar owned by a Chinese cowboy?"
(914): so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
and the finale... wonder who posted this...
(303): We need yo make a Helen Keller horror movie.
27 June 2009
Videos You Need to Watch (and why)
3oh!3 - "Don't Trust Me"
This song absolutely RULES. It's dirty, nasty, and it makes me wanna fuck someone's brains right outta their head. I especially love the hook - "Shush girl, shut your lips! Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips!" Nice. Plus the one dude looks like Seann William Scott...mmm...
Theory of a Deadman - "Hate My Life"
I totally feel this song. My ex-husband used to make fun of me because I'd always tell him "I hate my life" - but I really did! Now someone has put my feelings to lyrics to music and I dig it. Also, the lead singer is hot - too bad he looks kinda like Poke.
One Republic - "Apologize"
Always loved this song, never checked out the video til recently. The video actually isn't all that great, a little too artsy-fartsy for me, but still kinda cool. I was totally stoked when Kris Allen did it on American Idol, but I was highly disappointed when I heard the Timbaland hip-hop version. Eww.
Kanye West - "Heartless"
LOVE LOVE LOVE this song and video! I know lots of people don't care for Kanye, but I really don't think about that kinda shit. I think he makes great music and it's so fucking catchy while still having some meaning behind it. This song reminds me of my relationship with Poke - just switch the "he" to "she" and so on. So true.
The Ting-Tings - "That's Not My Name"
Hahaha. Yeah, I've been that girl who sleeps around a lot and I often wonder if ol' dude remembers my name the next week... Hilarious song, catchy, fun.
That's about all I've got for now. Enjoy.
This song absolutely RULES. It's dirty, nasty, and it makes me wanna fuck someone's brains right outta their head. I especially love the hook - "Shush girl, shut your lips! Do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips!" Nice. Plus the one dude looks like Seann William Scott...mmm...
Theory of a Deadman - "Hate My Life"
I totally feel this song. My ex-husband used to make fun of me because I'd always tell him "I hate my life" - but I really did! Now someone has put my feelings to lyrics to music and I dig it. Also, the lead singer is hot - too bad he looks kinda like Poke.
One Republic - "Apologize"
Always loved this song, never checked out the video til recently. The video actually isn't all that great, a little too artsy-fartsy for me, but still kinda cool. I was totally stoked when Kris Allen did it on American Idol, but I was highly disappointed when I heard the Timbaland hip-hop version. Eww.
Kanye West - "Heartless"
LOVE LOVE LOVE this song and video! I know lots of people don't care for Kanye, but I really don't think about that kinda shit. I think he makes great music and it's so fucking catchy while still having some meaning behind it. This song reminds me of my relationship with Poke - just switch the "he" to "she" and so on. So true.
The Ting-Tings - "That's Not My Name"
Hahaha. Yeah, I've been that girl who sleeps around a lot and I often wonder if ol' dude remembers my name the next week... Hilarious song, catchy, fun.
That's about all I've got for now. Enjoy.
24 June 2009
Love sought is good, but given unsought is better
What's up. It's been a fairly uneventful week.
I had another date w/RR on Monday night, that was good. He texted me Monday afternoon, "R we gettin 2gether 2night", which made me jump outta my skin cuz 1) I'm a huge nerd and 2) He doesn't usually text very much. So I called him and we talked for a little bit, thank god I was on my lunch break! LOL Anyway, he explained why I hadn't seen him Friday, said he had thought about calling me Saturday, and Sunday he slept all evening til the morning. Apparently I'm wearing him out! =) So he picked me up at 9:30pm and he cracked me up when I heard a knock on the door and went to open it and I see him walking away. I'm like "oh you're such a gentleman!" hahaha. Turns out his front car seat had gotten all trashed up (he's a courier and thus works out of his car) and he was tryin to clean it for me... He half succeeded, lol, I didn't have to sit on top of junk, just have it around and under my feet. We went to Legends behind the house, and later realized we should have just walked over. They have $1 Miller Lites on Mondays so we did a bunch of shots, drank a bunch of beers, and played the jukebox. There were some interesting characters there that night, and it made for interesting conversation to say the least. We came home around 1:30am, having decided earlier that we need to get to bed BEFORE 4:30am. Ha, after watching tv, having amazing sex, watching more tv, smoking cigarettes and having a couple more beers in between all that, we ended up falling asleep around 3:30am. Not too bad! LOL The next morning was good, as always, I made him some breakfast, he got on the computer to look up some directions, and that was that. As he was leaving he let Fox escape out the front door, but instead of freaking out like Poke always did when Fox ran out he simply walked over and picked him up outta the grass.
Shit! Speaking of Poke, he fucking texted me at 3am while RR and I were laying there trying to sleep. He sent me a picture of some girl's feet with these weird sparkly sandals and said "these are nice shoes right?" What a jackass. He thinks that he can remind me of his foot fetish and something will happen? Maybe? Nope. I am totally done w/him. I texted him back "my boyfriend and i are tryin to sleep. plz don't text me". Moron. Kinda makes me feel a little smug though because when his gf was blowing me up the other week she was all "he's never coming back now" and I was like "ok we'll see cuz he always comes back" and yes, indeed, he continues to randomly text me. Oh well, now he'll see what it's like to want someone and they don't want you back, just like I did practically the whole time we were together!
So back to RR. We're not "dating" or anything official, though I'm hoping for more someday, but I'm not going to push the issue. He told me on Monday he's happy with how things are right now, and that we don't need to make things complicated, so that's fine. As long as we're hanging out regularly and enjoying each other, that's alright by me! I'm back to being a happy girl (and not just cuz of him either) and I like it. Being happy is good.
I had another date w/RR on Monday night, that was good. He texted me Monday afternoon, "R we gettin 2gether 2night", which made me jump outta my skin cuz 1) I'm a huge nerd and 2) He doesn't usually text very much. So I called him and we talked for a little bit, thank god I was on my lunch break! LOL Anyway, he explained why I hadn't seen him Friday, said he had thought about calling me Saturday, and Sunday he slept all evening til the morning. Apparently I'm wearing him out! =) So he picked me up at 9:30pm and he cracked me up when I heard a knock on the door and went to open it and I see him walking away. I'm like "oh you're such a gentleman!" hahaha. Turns out his front car seat had gotten all trashed up (he's a courier and thus works out of his car) and he was tryin to clean it for me... He half succeeded, lol, I didn't have to sit on top of junk, just have it around and under my feet. We went to Legends behind the house, and later realized we should have just walked over. They have $1 Miller Lites on Mondays so we did a bunch of shots, drank a bunch of beers, and played the jukebox. There were some interesting characters there that night, and it made for interesting conversation to say the least. We came home around 1:30am, having decided earlier that we need to get to bed BEFORE 4:30am. Ha, after watching tv, having amazing sex, watching more tv, smoking cigarettes and having a couple more beers in between all that, we ended up falling asleep around 3:30am. Not too bad! LOL The next morning was good, as always, I made him some breakfast, he got on the computer to look up some directions, and that was that. As he was leaving he let Fox escape out the front door, but instead of freaking out like Poke always did when Fox ran out he simply walked over and picked him up outta the grass.
Shit! Speaking of Poke, he fucking texted me at 3am while RR and I were laying there trying to sleep. He sent me a picture of some girl's feet with these weird sparkly sandals and said "these are nice shoes right?" What a jackass. He thinks that he can remind me of his foot fetish and something will happen? Maybe? Nope. I am totally done w/him. I texted him back "my boyfriend and i are tryin to sleep. plz don't text me". Moron. Kinda makes me feel a little smug though because when his gf was blowing me up the other week she was all "he's never coming back now" and I was like "ok we'll see cuz he always comes back" and yes, indeed, he continues to randomly text me. Oh well, now he'll see what it's like to want someone and they don't want you back, just like I did practically the whole time we were together!
So back to RR. We're not "dating" or anything official, though I'm hoping for more someday, but I'm not going to push the issue. He told me on Monday he's happy with how things are right now, and that we don't need to make things complicated, so that's fine. As long as we're hanging out regularly and enjoying each other, that's alright by me! I'm back to being a happy girl (and not just cuz of him either) and I like it. Being happy is good.
17 June 2009
16 June 2009
Drama, Drama, DRAMA!
Poke's fucking girlfriend was BLOWING up my phone Saturday night and Sunday morning. She and another girl even took the time to call me from his phone on Saturday night. Ridiculous. Even when he's with someone else he can't leave me the fuck alone. It's so sad.
Work is kicking my mental ass, I (almost) hate going there everyday, but I'm looking for a new job so we'll see. My supervisor basically told me and the other girl there that we're going to be fired by the end of the week. She's so busy trying to impress the higher-ups that she's totally fucking up the relationship with her employees. This sucks even more because I know that she is a really cool person and she worked hard to get this promotion (and I helped her get it) but I feel like she just can't "supervise". Whatever. Maybe she'll get a clue and I can actually get to stay and once again say that I'm working my dream job.
I've had a wonderful few weeks hanging out with my friends. I'm going out more and doing what I want. It's very... invigorating. I was kinda talking to this one guy, JM, but that's basically done now. He and I just have too much in common - I know that sounds pretty strange but it's the truth. He was a chef out in Utah at this ski resort, and I'm a chef too, he likes Batman, I like Batman, we just have nothing to talk about because we have all the same opinions on everything. That makes for a very boring conversation. The sex was good, but without the awesomeness outside the sheets, it doesn't really matter. I ended up also hooking up with a friend of mine from school, NW, and that was pretty sweet. I was irritated for awhile because he was blowing me up while Poke and I were still together, going on and on about how we needed to be together and he could/would treat me right and so on. Then, once I was single, he all but disappeared. Well I saw him when I stopped by school the other day and I kinda called him out on it - two days later he called and apologized, I went and hung out w/him while he worked at this bar, then we came back to my place. All I'm gonna say is that for being a short guy (my height, but a small type guy) he sure does carry a wonderful package... yeah I meant for that to be less explicit. I suppose I should just say he's got a nice penis! LOL so tacky.
Then there's RR. Oh my.
I met him for the first time in 2003. One of the first conversations we had went like this:
RR: Who is that guy with you? Your brother?
Me: No, that's my husband.
RR: You should leave your husband and come home with me.
So, obviously, he's been attracted to me for awhile. =) I am not really sure why it took so long for us to finally go out, but now that it's happened, omg, wow. We went out last Wednesday and it was amazing, we spent the whole night at the bar talking and talking and talking about all kinds of things. There was never a lull in conversation - NEVER! Then we came home and had some amazing sex, followed by more talking. I went out with him again last night and it was the same. Awesome conversation, awesome time, awesome sex. Totally awesome all around. Unfortunately I tried to convey a message (I think we should be mutually sexually exclusive) and I think it came out wierdly, and frankly, too early. I had the words planned in my mind but they came out sooo wrong - he was cool though, and we talked through it, and I think everything is still okay. He did say he would "think about" being exclusive. I'm pretty sure my frankness and spontaneous-ness kinda threw him for a loop. =\
Then there's this other guy, JY, who randomly asked me out last Friday. I really have nothing to say about him cuz I have only talked to him irl 2 or 3 times, and we haven't actually had a date. We'll see.
Back to RR. LOL. He is also awesome because he supports all the shit I want to do. My plan to getting famous, or at least known, is very vague at this point. I don't even know where to start. He has lots of ideas for me, most involving cooking and food (duh, cuz I'm a chef) and some involving him and his music. He's in three bands, and he's trying to start some blues-type solo project, and he wants me to write some lyrics so he can put them to music, and, possibly, sing for/with him. We just get along so well. I don't even know what else to say.
Well, I guess I'll go now. I'm drinkin' some miller high life light and it's starting to catch up to me.
Work is kicking my mental ass, I (almost) hate going there everyday, but I'm looking for a new job so we'll see. My supervisor basically told me and the other girl there that we're going to be fired by the end of the week. She's so busy trying to impress the higher-ups that she's totally fucking up the relationship with her employees. This sucks even more because I know that she is a really cool person and she worked hard to get this promotion (and I helped her get it) but I feel like she just can't "supervise". Whatever. Maybe she'll get a clue and I can actually get to stay and once again say that I'm working my dream job.
I've had a wonderful few weeks hanging out with my friends. I'm going out more and doing what I want. It's very... invigorating. I was kinda talking to this one guy, JM, but that's basically done now. He and I just have too much in common - I know that sounds pretty strange but it's the truth. He was a chef out in Utah at this ski resort, and I'm a chef too, he likes Batman, I like Batman, we just have nothing to talk about because we have all the same opinions on everything. That makes for a very boring conversation. The sex was good, but without the awesomeness outside the sheets, it doesn't really matter. I ended up also hooking up with a friend of mine from school, NW, and that was pretty sweet. I was irritated for awhile because he was blowing me up while Poke and I were still together, going on and on about how we needed to be together and he could/would treat me right and so on. Then, once I was single, he all but disappeared. Well I saw him when I stopped by school the other day and I kinda called him out on it - two days later he called and apologized, I went and hung out w/him while he worked at this bar, then we came back to my place. All I'm gonna say is that for being a short guy (my height, but a small type guy) he sure does carry a wonderful package... yeah I meant for that to be less explicit. I suppose I should just say he's got a nice penis! LOL so tacky.
Then there's RR. Oh my.
I met him for the first time in 2003. One of the first conversations we had went like this:
RR: Who is that guy with you? Your brother?
Me: No, that's my husband.
RR: You should leave your husband and come home with me.
So, obviously, he's been attracted to me for awhile. =) I am not really sure why it took so long for us to finally go out, but now that it's happened, omg, wow. We went out last Wednesday and it was amazing, we spent the whole night at the bar talking and talking and talking about all kinds of things. There was never a lull in conversation - NEVER! Then we came home and had some amazing sex, followed by more talking. I went out with him again last night and it was the same. Awesome conversation, awesome time, awesome sex. Totally awesome all around. Unfortunately I tried to convey a message (I think we should be mutually sexually exclusive) and I think it came out wierdly, and frankly, too early. I had the words planned in my mind but they came out sooo wrong - he was cool though, and we talked through it, and I think everything is still okay. He did say he would "think about" being exclusive. I'm pretty sure my frankness and spontaneous-ness kinda threw him for a loop. =\
Then there's this other guy, JY, who randomly asked me out last Friday. I really have nothing to say about him cuz I have only talked to him irl 2 or 3 times, and we haven't actually had a date. We'll see.
Back to RR. LOL. He is also awesome because he supports all the shit I want to do. My plan to getting famous, or at least known, is very vague at this point. I don't even know where to start. He has lots of ideas for me, most involving cooking and food (duh, cuz I'm a chef) and some involving him and his music. He's in three bands, and he's trying to start some blues-type solo project, and he wants me to write some lyrics so he can put them to music, and, possibly, sing for/with him. We just get along so well. I don't even know what else to say.
Well, I guess I'll go now. I'm drinkin' some miller high life light and it's starting to catch up to me.
11 June 2009
I'm Back!
Hello people. How are you doing today? I am fine. I have chosen to re-open this blog since I once again have plenty to talk about!
First up, school. I'm almost done - 8 days til graduation! Yay!
Next, Poke. He left me for the fourth and final time on May 1st, 2009, and I will *not* be taking him back again. He had his chances and he royally fucked me over and over. Done.
Third, work. I am a chef at and assisted living facility on the East Side. It's nice. I don't love it as much as I did when I first started, but it kinda pays the bills so I don't really have a choice.
Fourth, men. I love men. I have been getting plowed all over the place. No, I'm kidding, but I did go on a date with this guy I've known since 2003 and we had an awesome time. This brings me back to Poke, since he was always so mean to me and told me in so many words how worthless I am (was). Since he's been gone, I've gone on quite a few dates and such, and Poke was so wrong! I rule!
Alright, that's it for now. I have to go sleep.
First up, school. I'm almost done - 8 days til graduation! Yay!
Next, Poke. He left me for the fourth and final time on May 1st, 2009, and I will *not* be taking him back again. He had his chances and he royally fucked me over and over. Done.
Third, work. I am a chef at and assisted living facility on the East Side. It's nice. I don't love it as much as I did when I first started, but it kinda pays the bills so I don't really have a choice.
Fourth, men. I love men. I have been getting plowed all over the place. No, I'm kidding, but I did go on a date with this guy I've known since 2003 and we had an awesome time. This brings me back to Poke, since he was always so mean to me and told me in so many words how worthless I am (was). Since he's been gone, I've gone on quite a few dates and such, and Poke was so wrong! I rule!
Alright, that's it for now. I have to go sleep.
09 January 2009
The End is Nigh
Well here we are.
Life is so fucking busy that I just can't stand it anymore. I thrive on excitement and business and so forth, but goddamn it sometimes I'd like to have a moment of peace and quiet.
So, that being said, this Blog is peacing out.
I will be working on a new Blog, Ph33r Me Letters so feel free to stop by there from now on.
It's been a swell 4 years, and we've been through a lot. I just don't have anything to talk about anymore. Maybe someday I'll put this back up, but for now, it's all about REAL LIFE (and sometimes Ph33r Me Letters.)
Happy Blogging everyone!
Life is so fucking busy that I just can't stand it anymore. I thrive on excitement and business and so forth, but goddamn it sometimes I'd like to have a moment of peace and quiet.
So, that being said, this Blog is peacing out.
I will be working on a new Blog, Ph33r Me Letters so feel free to stop by there from now on.
It's been a swell 4 years, and we've been through a lot. I just don't have anything to talk about anymore. Maybe someday I'll put this back up, but for now, it's all about REAL LIFE (and sometimes Ph33r Me Letters.)
Happy Blogging everyone!
21 November 2008
After Three Long Months, I Have Returned!
*sighs*
Wow. Ok. I don't even know where to start! So much has happened in the last three months, I have been so incredibly busy, it just seems like one big cluster-fuck of a story. I suppose I'll break it down by months...?
August:
(Well, the end of August I suppose.) Poke had moved in in early July. Everything was going swimmingly, but there continued to be many problems at the apartment complex. I decided it was time for us to get our own place, as opposed to a place I had that he moved into. Not only that, but the little apartment was just a bit too small for us and the area had been going downhill fast. On August 1st someone got shot just around the corner from my place. It was a tenant shooting a burglar, however, someone still got shot. I wasn't going to deal with this shit anymore. So we found a new place in Dublin and I wrote a letter to the complex stating that it was unfit living and far too dangerous and I was peacing out. They charged me $885, which as of today, I have rec'd two letters stating they still want. (The check was cashed on October 20th.) I stopped working weekends at Steak'n'Shake for two reasons: 1) OSU football was about to start and 2) I wanted to change my schedule before I moved. I would miss my friends at Groucho's, but I had to get away from that part of town.
September:
We moved on the 13th, the same day as this HUGE windstorm. It was hurricane-level! Only no rain, cuz, you know, this is Ohio. There were some cows flying through the air, but at least there were no floods. I had quit Steak'n'Shake because I simply couldn't stand the place anymore. I wasn't making any tips, customers were getting worse, and the girls I worked with infuriated me. My manager had put me up for promotion and I was doing all this training, but when he told the other servers that yes, I was indeed part of the management team and yes, I was indeed in charge, they couldn't handle it. So, to save myself stress and time, I just quit. Besides, it was too far from home. My manager tried to get me to stay, even offered to transfer me to the store closer to my new house, but I declined. No thanks, I'm done with Steak'n'Shake.
Shortly after we moved, I found out that Poke had been cheating on me since February. It was very difficult to deal with this information, especially since I found out completely on accident and while he was at work. We're still working through things, and hopefully someday it will all be fine again. He says it ended in May, from the evidence I found it seems more like July, but I suppose that's irrelevant. Things have obviously changed in our relationship now, and instead of me being somewhat mousey and submissive, I've become more in charge and I refuse to let him run my emotions, so to speak. In a way, I guess it could be a good thing. I knew he was sorry for what he did when he became physically ill over it. Right.
October:
October was fairly uneventful. We spent a lot of time watching OSU football and hanging out with my friends MW, AH, and some new friend J&CF. There were lots of drunken nights around the bonfire at J&CF's house! It was all very fun. For Hallowe'en Poke and I went as Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. We got a hotel near Groucho's so we could be back with all our (my?) friends. It was all very fun. I guess you could say that October was one of the most fun months I've had all year!
November:
So far, so good. Poke and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary (and if we make it to Valentine's Day we'll have one whole year with no break ups!) and he got me a beautiful amethyst necklace. I set up the camera in the bedroom. More on that later. MW/AH and J&CF all got into a very complicated fight, and so now I'm not really part of J&CF's crowd anymore. It makes me kinda sad, but I'm MW's friend first and I'm not going to choose anyone over her. I hate drama and I wish I didn't have to be involved, but whatever. MW/AH and I have been going to Groucho's every Friday lately, and it's pretty cool. I was away for about a month and a half, and I was starting to miss everyone a lot. There are no really good bars near our new place. Everyone around here is kinda yuppy/preppy. At least they're not shooting each other, I guess, although as I am typing this the local police K9 unit is searching through my across the way neighbor's apartment... yeah... Yuppies do drugs not sell them, so I suppose that's not too bad...
All in all, a very wonderful three months. Yeah, the Poke cheating thing was pretty fucking bad, but we'll get through it. Every other thing that has happened has been great and I'm thankful for that. We're living comfortably and happily, and that's what's really important.
Wow. Ok. I don't even know where to start! So much has happened in the last three months, I have been so incredibly busy, it just seems like one big cluster-fuck of a story. I suppose I'll break it down by months...?
August:
(Well, the end of August I suppose.) Poke had moved in in early July. Everything was going swimmingly, but there continued to be many problems at the apartment complex. I decided it was time for us to get our own place, as opposed to a place I had that he moved into. Not only that, but the little apartment was just a bit too small for us and the area had been going downhill fast. On August 1st someone got shot just around the corner from my place. It was a tenant shooting a burglar, however, someone still got shot. I wasn't going to deal with this shit anymore. So we found a new place in Dublin and I wrote a letter to the complex stating that it was unfit living and far too dangerous and I was peacing out. They charged me $885, which as of today, I have rec'd two letters stating they still want. (The check was cashed on October 20th.) I stopped working weekends at Steak'n'Shake for two reasons: 1) OSU football was about to start and 2) I wanted to change my schedule before I moved. I would miss my friends at Groucho's, but I had to get away from that part of town.
September:
We moved on the 13th, the same day as this HUGE windstorm. It was hurricane-level! Only no rain, cuz, you know, this is Ohio. There were some cows flying through the air, but at least there were no floods. I had quit Steak'n'Shake because I simply couldn't stand the place anymore. I wasn't making any tips, customers were getting worse, and the girls I worked with infuriated me. My manager had put me up for promotion and I was doing all this training, but when he told the other servers that yes, I was indeed part of the management team and yes, I was indeed in charge, they couldn't handle it. So, to save myself stress and time, I just quit. Besides, it was too far from home. My manager tried to get me to stay, even offered to transfer me to the store closer to my new house, but I declined. No thanks, I'm done with Steak'n'Shake.
Shortly after we moved, I found out that Poke had been cheating on me since February. It was very difficult to deal with this information, especially since I found out completely on accident and while he was at work. We're still working through things, and hopefully someday it will all be fine again. He says it ended in May, from the evidence I found it seems more like July, but I suppose that's irrelevant. Things have obviously changed in our relationship now, and instead of me being somewhat mousey and submissive, I've become more in charge and I refuse to let him run my emotions, so to speak. In a way, I guess it could be a good thing. I knew he was sorry for what he did when he became physically ill over it. Right.
October:
October was fairly uneventful. We spent a lot of time watching OSU football and hanging out with my friends MW, AH, and some new friend J&CF. There were lots of drunken nights around the bonfire at J&CF's house! It was all very fun. For Hallowe'en Poke and I went as Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton. We got a hotel near Groucho's so we could be back with all our (my?) friends. It was all very fun. I guess you could say that October was one of the most fun months I've had all year!
November:
So far, so good. Poke and I celebrated our 2 year anniversary (and if we make it to Valentine's Day we'll have one whole year with no break ups!) and he got me a beautiful amethyst necklace. I set up the camera in the bedroom. More on that later. MW/AH and J&CF all got into a very complicated fight, and so now I'm not really part of J&CF's crowd anymore. It makes me kinda sad, but I'm MW's friend first and I'm not going to choose anyone over her. I hate drama and I wish I didn't have to be involved, but whatever. MW/AH and I have been going to Groucho's every Friday lately, and it's pretty cool. I was away for about a month and a half, and I was starting to miss everyone a lot. There are no really good bars near our new place. Everyone around here is kinda yuppy/preppy. At least they're not shooting each other, I guess, although as I am typing this the local police K9 unit is searching through my across the way neighbor's apartment... yeah... Yuppies do drugs not sell them, so I suppose that's not too bad...
All in all, a very wonderful three months. Yeah, the Poke cheating thing was pretty fucking bad, but we'll get through it. Every other thing that has happened has been great and I'm thankful for that. We're living comfortably and happily, and that's what's really important.
26 August 2008
Hot Greasy Fries
OK. So.
Cast of Characters:
3 brown skinned girls, perhaps muslim? - one speaks english, one kinda speaks english, one barely speaks english.
1 white waitress named Kel-Bell - speaks english
1 small order of fries
The Plot:
Girls come into steak'n'shake to eat food, waitress waits on them.
What happens:
Girl one, calls herself "Olive" and kinda speaks english, orders a single with cheese, ketchup, pickles, extra pickles, small fry, cookies'n'cream shake (which she then cancels for a water instead.) Girl two orders a #4 chicken strip meal with double fries, bbq sauce, water, and a cookies'n'cream shake. This girl barely speaks english. Girl three (who speaks english) orders a single the same as her. Waitress says, "Which her? This one?" and points to "Olive" who is offended that the waitress did not magically know her name. "Olive" says, "My name is Olive not "This one"." Except Girl three does not want extra pickles and she will just have water, and no fries because she will eat half of Girl two's fries. Order is placed, shake is made and delivered, food comes up shortly thereafter.
Side note: Waitress is the only waitress in the restaurant, and has four other tables to attend to.
Food is delivered, and Girl three says she needs napkins. Waitress brings napkins, goes to the back to pick up chilis for another table. Before waitress can deliver chilis, Girl three stops her and says, "These fries are too hot and greasy!"
Waitress: "Would you like cold ones? No, seriously, I'm joking. One moment." as she turns away to give chilis to the other table.
Girl three: "You are so rude. These fries are disgusting."
Waitress: "I wasn't being rude, I was joking. The only way to get fries that are neither hot nor greasy is to get old, cold ones. Would you like another side instead?"
Girl three: "You're a bitch. You're not funny. I'm not paying for this."
Waitress: "Well, if you're sure I can't get anything else, enjoy your meal." as she removes the "hot greasy fries" from the table.
Fin.
End note: I made $49.78 in tips even though those bitches stiffed me and complained to FE (my manager) who, by the way, defended me, only gave them $1 off, and was backed up by AJ (another server) who exclaimed as the Girls complained that I am a very nice person and always joking and how she overheard the conversation and knew that I was, indeed, not being rude.
Fuck you evil diners!!
On another note, it's finals week and I'm terrified. I don't know if I can pass this lab final tomorrow. I'm already getting a B in the class and I just know I won't get 100% on the fucking final OR the practical. *sniff* There goes my 4.0!
But, on a better note, we're moving in 2 weeks. Yay! Now is the time to start working on my evil plan... hehehe...
This Saturday is the 1st OSU game of the season!! WOOT!!
Cast of Characters:
3 brown skinned girls, perhaps muslim? - one speaks english, one kinda speaks english, one barely speaks english.
1 white waitress named Kel-Bell - speaks english
1 small order of fries
The Plot:
Girls come into steak'n'shake to eat food, waitress waits on them.
What happens:
Girl one, calls herself "Olive" and kinda speaks english, orders a single with cheese, ketchup, pickles, extra pickles, small fry, cookies'n'cream shake (which she then cancels for a water instead.) Girl two orders a #4 chicken strip meal with double fries, bbq sauce, water, and a cookies'n'cream shake. This girl barely speaks english. Girl three (who speaks english) orders a single the same as her. Waitress says, "Which her? This one?" and points to "Olive" who is offended that the waitress did not magically know her name. "Olive" says, "My name is Olive not "This one"." Except Girl three does not want extra pickles and she will just have water, and no fries because she will eat half of Girl two's fries. Order is placed, shake is made and delivered, food comes up shortly thereafter.
Side note: Waitress is the only waitress in the restaurant, and has four other tables to attend to.
Food is delivered, and Girl three says she needs napkins. Waitress brings napkins, goes to the back to pick up chilis for another table. Before waitress can deliver chilis, Girl three stops her and says, "These fries are too hot and greasy!"
Waitress: "Would you like cold ones? No, seriously, I'm joking. One moment." as she turns away to give chilis to the other table.
Girl three: "You are so rude. These fries are disgusting."
Waitress: "I wasn't being rude, I was joking. The only way to get fries that are neither hot nor greasy is to get old, cold ones. Would you like another side instead?"
Girl three: "You're a bitch. You're not funny. I'm not paying for this."
Waitress: "Well, if you're sure I can't get anything else, enjoy your meal." as she removes the "hot greasy fries" from the table.
Fin.
End note: I made $49.78 in tips even though those bitches stiffed me and complained to FE (my manager) who, by the way, defended me, only gave them $1 off, and was backed up by AJ (another server) who exclaimed as the Girls complained that I am a very nice person and always joking and how she overheard the conversation and knew that I was, indeed, not being rude.
Fuck you evil diners!!
On another note, it's finals week and I'm terrified. I don't know if I can pass this lab final tomorrow. I'm already getting a B in the class and I just know I won't get 100% on the fucking final OR the practical. *sniff* There goes my 4.0!
But, on a better note, we're moving in 2 weeks. Yay! Now is the time to start working on my evil plan... hehehe...
This Saturday is the 1st OSU game of the season!! WOOT!!
12 August 2008
tips
Why don't black people tip?
I typed this phrase into my Google search box and got LOTS of answers. Some said they don't "understand" how to dine out in a restaurant and some said it's because there is some preconceived notions about service. Whatever. All I know is that I had a table of five black people today and they were they ONLY ones to stiff me. They ordered a #4 chicken finger meal with honey mustard and salad w/ranch and apples/grapes and Sprite - no ice, a double with everything and cheese platter with cheese fries and onion rings and Pibb, a "junior steakburger with cheese and everything and onion rings instead of fries" and a Sprite - no ice, a "junior grilled cheese with cheese fries" and a water - no ice, and a Chicken melt with no tomato, no bacon, a regular fry and an Iced Tea.
Well.
These guests were clearly over 12 years old, so I charged them for a single cheeseburger deluxe and small onion ring (instead of junior meal) and a regular grilled cheese and small cheese fry (instead of junior meal.) Now please tell me WHY this girl who was consistently nice to me, calling me by name and/or sweety/honey/etc suddenly turned into the most evil person when I handed her the bill?
Her: "Don't you think it's shady of you to charge us for adult meals when we ordered juniors?"
Me, in my head: HA!
Me: "The junior meals are only for our guests 12 and under."
Her: "You should have told me; It's shady that you charged us for the adult meals."
Me: "Don't YOU think it's just as shady to order junior meals when you are clearly not 12 or under?"I typed this phrase into my Google search box and got LOTS of answers. Some said they don't "understand" how to dine out in a restaurant and some said it's because there is some preconceived notions about service. Whatever. All I know is that I had a table of five black people today and they were they ONLY ones to stiff me. They ordered a #4 chicken finger meal with honey mustard and salad w/ranch and apples/grapes and Sprite - no ice, a double with everything and cheese platter with cheese fries and onion rings and Pibb, a "junior steakburger with cheese and everything and onion rings instead of fries" and a Sprite - no ice, a "junior grilled cheese with cheese fries" and a water - no ice, and a Chicken melt with no tomato, no bacon, a regular fry and an Iced Tea.
Well.
These guests were clearly over 12 years old, so I charged them for a single cheeseburger deluxe and small onion ring (instead of junior meal) and a regular grilled cheese and small cheese fry (instead of junior meal.) Now please tell me WHY this girl who was consistently nice to me, calling me by name and/or sweety/honey/etc suddenly turned into the most evil person when I handed her the bill?
Her: "Don't you think it's shady of you to charge us for adult meals when we ordered juniors?"
Me, in my head: HA!
Me: "The junior meals are only for our guests 12 and under."
Her: "You should have told me; It's shady that you charged us for the adult meals."
Her: "Well you should have TOLD us when we were ordering that junior means 12 or under."
Me: "It's on the menu; would you like me to show you where?"
Her: "No, I know it's on the menu, but I didn't want to pay that amount. You were being sneaky for charging us adult prices."
Me: "I'm sorry you feel I was being sneaky, but I don't want to get fired or get in trouble for undercharging. As it is, you got exactly what you ordered and nothing was wrong with your food, right?"
Her: "That has nothing to do with it, you were deceitful."
Of course, as always, they left no tip.
**Note** 08/13/08**
I suppose I should have told you the story of my other experiences to clarify why I focused on the black people not tipping. I had a table of 2, a woman in her 40's or so who was with a mentally challenged woman of unknown age, both black. They ranted and raved about my service, even went so far as to tell my manager that I should be a manager! Oh this was by far the best service they'd recieved at Steak'n'Shake and thank you so much and good luck to me. Well I guess that was my tip because the table was empty and she paid with cash. Granted, I did once have a table of white hillbilly new yorkers come in and not tip, but I didn't expect them to because they looked poor and ordered scantily with purpose. I also once had a table of white yuppies from Kentucky show up with the entire soccer team (yes, this was a table of 22) who left me $1.00 and then tried to leave without paying for all their meals. I'm not saying that every single black person stiffs me and every single white person tips me, but it does seem that in general the black people don't tip as often. 95% for whites, 65% for blacks I'd say. And as far as Muslim people go, well, I know that I'm always guaranteed $3 no matter how large or small their tab is. I haven't dealt much with Asian folk, but I would think they would tip correctly because so many of them work in restaurants and nail salons and stuff like that where they live off tips (yeah that sounds racist but I think it's mostly true at least for the Asian people who live in my area.)
Here are some links to back me up:
And here's a video blog with a plethora of responses. Amusing. At first, I'm like hmmm... he really shouldn't have confronted her... But then she says "you're lucky we even left you money" so fuck that. Then she mentions that her SISTER is a server! So ridiculous.
Me: "It's on the menu; would you like me to show you where?"
Her: "No, I know it's on the menu, but I didn't want to pay that amount. You were being sneaky for charging us adult prices."
Me: "I'm sorry you feel I was being sneaky, but I don't want to get fired or get in trouble for undercharging. As it is, you got exactly what you ordered and nothing was wrong with your food, right?"
Her: "That has nothing to do with it, you were deceitful."
Of course, as always, they left no tip.
**Note** 08/13/08**
I suppose I should have told you the story of my other experiences to clarify why I focused on the black people not tipping. I had a table of 2, a woman in her 40's or so who was with a mentally challenged woman of unknown age, both black. They ranted and raved about my service, even went so far as to tell my manager that I should be a manager! Oh this was by far the best service they'd recieved at Steak'n'Shake and thank you so much and good luck to me. Well I guess that was my tip because the table was empty and she paid with cash. Granted, I did once have a table of white hillbilly new yorkers come in and not tip, but I didn't expect them to because they looked poor and ordered scantily with purpose. I also once had a table of white yuppies from Kentucky show up with the entire soccer team (yes, this was a table of 22) who left me $1.00 and then tried to leave without paying for all their meals. I'm not saying that every single black person stiffs me and every single white person tips me, but it does seem that in general the black people don't tip as often. 95% for whites, 65% for blacks I'd say. And as far as Muslim people go, well, I know that I'm always guaranteed $3 no matter how large or small their tab is. I haven't dealt much with Asian folk, but I would think they would tip correctly because so many of them work in restaurants and nail salons and stuff like that where they live off tips (yeah that sounds racist but I think it's mostly true at least for the Asian people who live in my area.)
Here are some links to back me up:
- http://www.uspoliticsonline.com/forums/showthread.php?t=31992
- http://www.tigeru.com/ftopict-4717.html
- http://www.livejournal.com/community/blackfolk/1338757.html
- http://wiki.answers.com/Q/IS_it_true_most_black_people_don't_tip_waiters
- http://intellegentignorance.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-vegas-restaurant-story.html
- http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=1329241
And here's a video blog with a plethora of responses. Amusing. At first, I'm like hmmm... he really shouldn't have confronted her... But then she says "you're lucky we even left you money" so fuck that. Then she mentions that her SISTER is a server! So ridiculous.
07 August 2008
Busy Bee
Well since I went back to school and work from being on vacation, I've been ridiculously busy. A month has flown by and I didn't even realize it until I actually found out what the date was. Seafood has been an alright class, nothing too exciting, and at least I'm not doing as sucky as I was in Meats/Poultry - but it's still no Bake Shop! In the past month, Poke has moved in, we bought a new couch, sold my old papasans, and have decided to move to Dublin/Worthington. This decision to move comes from the fact that a guy was shot in my complex last Thursday. Although it was a tenant who shot a robber, it's still a shooting, and it just goes along with everything else that's been going downhill like a California mudslide in April. (I made that up.) This club across the street was finally shut down after 4-5 weeks of shootings every Friday/Saturday night, there are people who walk around my complex looking in car windows and peeking in 1st floor apartment windows, and there is always foot traffic and random people parking and going behind the fence that separates the parking lot from the indoor tennis club and I'm sure what they are doing involves drugs and/or prostitution. All that on top of the fact that I was broken into on St. Patrick's Day! This is upsetting because I still basically live alone, and also I've lived in this area for four years now and never have I had so many problems. Sure, there was my crazy neighbor at The Chateau who was always waving a gun at his girl and one time shot it off, but that was one incident. There were no break-ins and peeping toms and so on. So, we're heading out. Far away from here. Yay! I hate moving but I love it at the same time.
05 July 2008
Vacation
Yay I had two weeks off school, and I am going back on Monday. I finally got approved for school aid, so now I just have to pay $2,665.00 instead of $9,474.00. Yippy! Poke and I went to Cedar Point, I went to the pool here twice and got sunburned twice, and I was struck with e.coli or salmonella - not sure which. I still have it and it's annoying. My vacation wasn't very exciting, but it sure was relaxing! Here are pics from Cedar Point in the form of a little video I made for Poke:
Dreamin'
Wow I really suck at updating lately. My bad.
Anyway, I had a dream that I lived in Cleveland, and it seemed that I lived in my uncle's house, but it wasn't his real life house. I worked at some church, and I was walking along the road when this very cute boy and his younger brother pulled up in an old Chevy Impala SS. The cute boy was younger than me, by not much, but the brother was only a teenager. They looked kind of Italian, and started talking to me as I walked down the road. I tried to ignore them because I didn't know them, but once I looked at the cute boy I was smitten. Some weird thing in me said that this was the perfect guy for me and we'd been together in past lives and all kinds of bullshit like that. Something you'd see in a movie I guess. So I let them give me a ride to the church. He kept trying to kiss me and I kept resisting, and when we got to the edge of the church property, he stopped the car. I asked him why he couldn't take me all the way to the door and he made up some lame lines about not wanting to disturb hallowed grounds. I got out and walked the rest of the way, while they just sat there and watched me. As I did my work, which was cleaning and tidying up and organizing, I suppose, I would glance out the window and they would still be staring at me. No matter what room I was in, I would look out and see them and the cute boy would wave and smile. Suddenly, a dog came running across the yard and jumped in through the window. The cute boy and his brother jumped through after it, and they were acting very animalistic. The brother pounced on the dog and started chewing at it's fur, making a bare spot on the dog's neck. The cute boy pounced on me and held me down, saying he was sorry I had to see this but they hadn't eaten in hours and were starved. Ah, yes - they were werewolves! I pleaded with the cute boy to not kill the dog, but he continued to let his brother suck it's blood out. Then the cute boy looked at me and said that the time had come for fate to rear it's beautiful head, and he started chewing on my neck. I asked him please wouldn't he rather make love to me than suck my blood and he replied that this was much more intimate than any sexual act. So, I became a werewolf too. Here is where things get weird. (I know, right?) Apparently, I passed out, and they left me there. Obviously I wasn't going to die, because now I was a shape-shifter, but I had a really bad headache. Right. I walked out of the church, and noticed immediately that 1) they were still following me in the car and 2) once I stepped off church grounds my headache went away. Weird. I see an elementary school, and instantly I get this kind of blood lust in my mouth, like when you're tasting so much for a Big Mac and you can't be satiated until you eat one. There's a big swimming pool in front of the school, and I jump into it. Oh, I also took off all my clothes before jumping in. The kids start coming out, and they see me in the water but it doesn't seem strange to them. They throw their toys at me, and the toys turn into real life whatever-they-ares. Someone threw a Little Mermaid Ariel doll in, and it came to life as a real mermaid. There were trucks and Spongebobs and all kinds of crazy shit coming to life, and it all talked too. Then the kids started jumping in like it was a party! I'm scrambling around trying to get away from them, when I realize that being in the water has made me more human than werewolf. Once I'm out of the water for more than 5 minutes though, I start tasting for blood. So I jump back in. In and out and in and out, I decide that if I have to spend the rest of my life in the water so that I don't eat some kids or animals, that's fine with me. The cute boy and his brother are still parked across the street, staring at me the whole time.
Anyway, I had a dream that I lived in Cleveland, and it seemed that I lived in my uncle's house, but it wasn't his real life house. I worked at some church, and I was walking along the road when this very cute boy and his younger brother pulled up in an old Chevy Impala SS. The cute boy was younger than me, by not much, but the brother was only a teenager. They looked kind of Italian, and started talking to me as I walked down the road. I tried to ignore them because I didn't know them, but once I looked at the cute boy I was smitten. Some weird thing in me said that this was the perfect guy for me and we'd been together in past lives and all kinds of bullshit like that. Something you'd see in a movie I guess. So I let them give me a ride to the church. He kept trying to kiss me and I kept resisting, and when we got to the edge of the church property, he stopped the car. I asked him why he couldn't take me all the way to the door and he made up some lame lines about not wanting to disturb hallowed grounds. I got out and walked the rest of the way, while they just sat there and watched me. As I did my work, which was cleaning and tidying up and organizing, I suppose, I would glance out the window and they would still be staring at me. No matter what room I was in, I would look out and see them and the cute boy would wave and smile. Suddenly, a dog came running across the yard and jumped in through the window. The cute boy and his brother jumped through after it, and they were acting very animalistic. The brother pounced on the dog and started chewing at it's fur, making a bare spot on the dog's neck. The cute boy pounced on me and held me down, saying he was sorry I had to see this but they hadn't eaten in hours and were starved. Ah, yes - they were werewolves! I pleaded with the cute boy to not kill the dog, but he continued to let his brother suck it's blood out. Then the cute boy looked at me and said that the time had come for fate to rear it's beautiful head, and he started chewing on my neck. I asked him please wouldn't he rather make love to me than suck my blood and he replied that this was much more intimate than any sexual act. So, I became a werewolf too. Here is where things get weird. (I know, right?) Apparently, I passed out, and they left me there. Obviously I wasn't going to die, because now I was a shape-shifter, but I had a really bad headache. Right. I walked out of the church, and noticed immediately that 1) they were still following me in the car and 2) once I stepped off church grounds my headache went away. Weird. I see an elementary school, and instantly I get this kind of blood lust in my mouth, like when you're tasting so much for a Big Mac and you can't be satiated until you eat one. There's a big swimming pool in front of the school, and I jump into it. Oh, I also took off all my clothes before jumping in. The kids start coming out, and they see me in the water but it doesn't seem strange to them. They throw their toys at me, and the toys turn into real life whatever-they-ares. Someone threw a Little Mermaid Ariel doll in, and it came to life as a real mermaid. There were trucks and Spongebobs and all kinds of crazy shit coming to life, and it all talked too. Then the kids started jumping in like it was a party! I'm scrambling around trying to get away from them, when I realize that being in the water has made me more human than werewolf. Once I'm out of the water for more than 5 minutes though, I start tasting for blood. So I jump back in. In and out and in and out, I decide that if I have to spend the rest of my life in the water so that I don't eat some kids or animals, that's fine with me. The cute boy and his brother are still parked across the street, staring at me the whole time.
03 June 2008
Strange Dreams - it's been awhile -
1.
I am in NYC visiting my friend Izzy. Apparently we are moving in together near where he lives currently. I have arrived in an SUV. We are sitting in my new apartment, so I can practice living there, watching The Twilight Zone. Afterwords, we go for a walk in Central Park with his dog, Scooby. Scooby is on a leash, but he is very bouncy. Then I find us back in the SUV. It seems we have gone to pick up Chinese food, and I am waiting in the car. It has been raining the entire time and everything is blue-gray. At one point I tell Izzy that he's much cuter in person than in pictures. Then I wake up.
2.
My friend WCR (formerly WR from school) and I are aliens. We look like humans, but we are actually aliens on an alien planet where everything is perceived as earthly to us. Our spaceship has landed and taken the form of a moderately priced hotel. We have special suits, but nobody else on the ship does, and when we walk out the door they all evaporate but we are okay. The mission is to steal these bombs away from the main evil alien, who happens to be looking like a transvestite Uma Thurman. WCR and I get to where we are supposed to be, and pick up the bombs, which look like those little chocolate coins you used to get for Christmas or Chanukah. I throw one out the window of our smaller spaceship, which is a nice black convertible, and it creates an enormous explosion. We are trying to get to this other main alien base, and when we arrive, it looks like a sort of country club, with pools and spas and a very green golf course. At some point during the dream, the "camera", if you will, pans out and gives a real view of the planet, which is dusty and red and very very dry looking. In order for WCR and I to survive, we have to see things for what we want them to be, rather than what they are, otherwise we will expire from the awfulness of it all. I am sitting by this beautiful pond, plotting out the rest of the day. It doesn't really matter what happens to the bombs, except for the cannot fall into Uma's hands. I am thinking of tossing them into the pond because they will float and fizzle and not cause a huge explosion. Uma comes up to me, and I pretend to not know her. In the meantime, WCR has gotten the car ready; I hear her pull up and run out the door and jump in, Luke Duke style. We speed off down a super long highway with plains on both sides. I could easily throw the bag out the window, but we would all be killed by the shrapnel if not by the explosion itself. I debate tossing the bombs one by one, but that might take too long. There are only about 7 left in the bag, but Uma in her Benz is catching up to us quickly. Then it hits me! I will bomb her! Nobody said we couldn't kill her! So I start tossing the coins behind our car, one by one, as WCR speeds up to over 120 mph. We fly down the highway as the fire from the explosions singes the hair on our heads. We high five. I wake up.
3.
Can't really remember all the details, but for about four nights I continuously dreamt that I was incredibly pregnant and had to be the hero in all kinds of situations... interesting...
2.
My friend WCR (formerly WR from school) and I are aliens. We look like humans, but we are actually aliens on an alien planet where everything is perceived as earthly to us. Our spaceship has landed and taken the form of a moderately priced hotel. We have special suits, but nobody else on the ship does, and when we walk out the door they all evaporate but we are okay. The mission is to steal these bombs away from the main evil alien, who happens to be looking like a transvestite Uma Thurman. WCR and I get to where we are supposed to be, and pick up the bombs, which look like those little chocolate coins you used to get for Christmas or Chanukah. I throw one out the window of our smaller spaceship, which is a nice black convertible, and it creates an enormous explosion. We are trying to get to this other main alien base, and when we arrive, it looks like a sort of country club, with pools and spas and a very green golf course. At some point during the dream, the "camera", if you will, pans out and gives a real view of the planet, which is dusty and red and very very dry looking. In order for WCR and I to survive, we have to see things for what we want them to be, rather than what they are, otherwise we will expire from the awfulness of it all. I am sitting by this beautiful pond, plotting out the rest of the day. It doesn't really matter what happens to the bombs, except for the cannot fall into Uma's hands. I am thinking of tossing them into the pond because they will float and fizzle and not cause a huge explosion. Uma comes up to me, and I pretend to not know her. In the meantime, WCR has gotten the car ready; I hear her pull up and run out the door and jump in, Luke Duke style. We speed off down a super long highway with plains on both sides. I could easily throw the bag out the window, but we would all be killed by the shrapnel if not by the explosion itself. I debate tossing the bombs one by one, but that might take too long. There are only about 7 left in the bag, but Uma in her Benz is catching up to us quickly. Then it hits me! I will bomb her! Nobody said we couldn't kill her! So I start tossing the coins behind our car, one by one, as WCR speeds up to over 120 mph. We fly down the highway as the fire from the explosions singes the hair on our heads. We high five. I wake up.
3.
Can't really remember all the details, but for about four nights I continuously dreamt that I was incredibly pregnant and had to be the hero in all kinds of situations... interesting...
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