it’s mega hot. supposed to storm this afternoon, so i gotta remember to bring my umbrella to work with me.

i don’t think i’m going to do my hair today. i don’t care that nick is working tonight and i’ll look like shit. it’s too hot and humid, it won’t look good anyway. i don’t know who else is working tonight. hopefully someone else good so that we’ll have fun. cuz right now i’m not in a great mood, and don’t want to spend the entire day feeling like this.

my mom’s latest idea is for me to buy a house. one of those little, first time home owners, low income loan deals. houses that are smaller than our family room haha. that would be kinda cool, except i’d have to tend to the house – cut the grass, garbage, etc. i like the idea of a flat IN a house, so that the landlord takes care of the lawn and stuff. haha. i don’t know how to cut the grass. and i sure as hell can’t afford a lawn service. not that i can afford a house, but you know. lol.

it’s time for me to start looking for another job. because in 2 weeks the season ends, and i don’t know how they do the hours once we don’t have any customers. alot of people are leaving for school, but i think enough are staying that they wouldn’t have me on full time once the season ends.

i forgot to mention this. yesterday this digustingly fat man came in for dinner by himself. i have no problem with fat people, but this was a digustingly fat person. very misshappen etc. so i sat him, but had been up wind from him. not until i walked by later did i realize how much he stunk. it was a different stink than the “big smelly fat man aka john popper” from mcdonalds. but equally bad. it was revolting. it was funny to watch all the servers walk by holding their breath. i seriously almost threw up the first time i smelled him. gag reflexes working overtime.

if nin was every to do “and all that could have been” live i would cry.

 

i’m fucking tired of working night shifts. i haven’t seen my friends in like 2 weeks.

 

depending on mood there are some nin cds you should listen to, and some you should not. given the mood i’m in…”still” not a good idea. “broken” or “downward” good idea. of course i’m listening to “still”…brilliant. makes me feel SO much better. i think i should switch cds.

oh, discovered that we suddenly get MuchMusic USA on digital cable…channel 111. how fantastic. now i don’t have to bug people to tape things for me. and they do shit with trent all the goddamn time. lovely.

 

well. work was…interesting. exciting times at hard rock. and i can talk about this too, cuz it’ll be in the news paper tomorrow.

all 4 managers were at preshift today. which was weird. so we do the normal preshift thing, and then our store manager starts to talk. she starts with “i want to set things straight before the rumor mill takes over…there was an incident today around 2pm.” so i’m thinking, robbed, fire, bomb, hostage, etc….one of our employees was arrested, handcuffs and everything, by federal agents for stealing. he would take extra discounts off people’s bills and pocket the extra money. he’d be taking home an extra 100$ every night. so of course, nick and i leave preshift and are like WHO WAS IT WHO WAS IT! it was david – ultra hot server. yeah. what a bummer. apparently jack flipped out (cuz they’re roommates) and his girlfriend donna left early (she was supposed to work swing, but left when we got in)…crazy shit. of course, nick and i are like, damn it we always miss the exciting stuff.

so anyway, i was in an infinitely better mood once i got to work. the whole keeping myself occupied in combination with the AC…does wonders. but tell me something. what does one do when involved in the following conversation:
him: *randomly* too bad you’re not irish?
me: why’s that?
him: because your pants would be around your ankles.
me: what?!
him: your pants would be around your ankles and we’d be doing it in the closet all night.
me: only if i was irish?
him: if you spoke in a brogue accent you’d drive me crazy.

lol. curious as to what to make of that. lol.

i left early, and came home instead of going to the bar with nick cuz i didn’t feel good. i just suddenly really felt like throwing up. it was hard not to. and it wasn’t from stress or nervousness or any of that, cuz i was fine in regards to that sort of thing. work was a good time. had some interesting conversations… as always lol. but had to walk to my car in the rain… so what’s that? #2453 that i’ve been caught in the rain this summer? all good.