on entirely unrelated note
Feb. 22nd, 2005 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady71) Nose is stuffy. Obnoxiously, high-pressurely so.
2) This is absolutely incomprehensible, but funny: On prend l'ascenseur ce soir? And no, there are no words, it's not that it's that I don't speak French. It's just... inexplicable. I've watched it like eight times. (She takes the stairs. Priceless.)
3) Lucie, from Club Nobody Ever Comes Here, asked if maybe I could come in a little early on Friday, because she's leaving for vacation and has to drive to Montreal. Sure, I said, no problem. Then she looked thoughtful. Will you be working my hours in the Club while I'm gone? she asked.
She'll be gone a week. Somebody has to cover her shifts. 12-8:15, Monday through Thursday.
...
If they even make me work in the Club all those days.... It's just as dead during the week. I'll be lucky to make $20 a shift.
I can't afford that.
Oh my Christ, I can't afford that. They can't do this to me!!!
But, they can.
I don't know yet, as they haven't posted the schedule. Am freaking out, however. Freaking out.
I dunno, can I pull the Manager aside and say, "Look, I'm the sole breadwinner for my family, and if I have to work in the Club, we don't have enough money to eat." ???
Alternately, they post the schedule and I quit and let those fuckers deal with that, but I can't afford to do that.
Shit. Well, it's been a nice break, having just one job. Guess I have to find a second one like RIGHT NOW holy shit people. Fuck fuck fuck. (Full disclosure: I make $150-250 a week in cash, plus usually about $60-100 in credit card tips (yeah, see why I can never predict how much money I'm going to have?). if I'm in the Club all my shifts next week, I'll be lucky to make $70 (and the credit card machine won't accept tips). I can only manage to spell one phrase from that: FUCKING DISASTER.) Lucie has a special deal and has worked in there for 10 years, and only works in there. I don't have any special deal. I can't afford to work in there.
But, i'm the least senior bartender. So if anyone's going to take a $250 pay cut for a week.... it's gonna be me.
I won't know until they post the schedule.
*dies*
As I've said, I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF WORRYING ABOUT MONEY!!!
Sigh. Where was I?
Oh yes.
4) After work we went to the ice cream parlor because I have been jonesing hard for a Condrell's sundae. I had a sundae with homemade butterscotch. It was so good.
I have not eaten dinner. I somehow think I won't bother with it tonight.
I am such a healthy eater.
And there was something beautiful about eating homemade ice cream in an old-fashioned candy shoppe, sitting at the table in the front window and watching large, fluffy snowflakes come down heavily over the pleasant Kenmore street scene outside.
5) Afterward we came home and I played on my computer and Dave came into my bed, groaning at how ill he felt from eating too much ice cream, and fell asleep wrapped around me. So we took a nap. Which was just lovely. Despite the fact that I feel more like hell than I did before the nap. (I am out of Sudafed Sinus. I brought the last 4 doses to work and left them in my bank so I'll have them while I'm working. I am sort of dumb.)
6) There's a new Strong Bad e-mail.
7) I am too freaking-out over the Club thing, and too excited over the Freitas thing, to do anything. i had hoped to sort of chill out by doing the latest exercise for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
y_tu_teithad, but I can't pick an inspiration and nothing's really coming to me. Bah. I tried going and doing concrit for other posted exercises, but I'm far, far too retarded for that at the moment.
But if I'm stuck in the Club all week, at least the Vikings Novel will be getting some hardcore action. But I am still going to cry because I don't have a laptop. I decided it wasn't worth pining over one, but if I am stuck for 40 hours in that goddamn place trying to negotiate with the Newton which won't let me see two windows at once but I can't work like that-- well, I'm just going to cry. And that's all.
2) This is absolutely incomprehensible, but funny: On prend l'ascenseur ce soir? And no, there are no words, it's not that it's that I don't speak French. It's just... inexplicable. I've watched it like eight times. (She takes the stairs. Priceless.)
3) Lucie, from Club Nobody Ever Comes Here, asked if maybe I could come in a little early on Friday, because she's leaving for vacation and has to drive to Montreal. Sure, I said, no problem. Then she looked thoughtful. Will you be working my hours in the Club while I'm gone? she asked.
She'll be gone a week. Somebody has to cover her shifts. 12-8:15, Monday through Thursday.
...
If they even make me work in the Club all those days.... It's just as dead during the week. I'll be lucky to make $20 a shift.
I can't afford that.
Oh my Christ, I can't afford that. They can't do this to me!!!
But, they can.
I don't know yet, as they haven't posted the schedule. Am freaking out, however. Freaking out.
I dunno, can I pull the Manager aside and say, "Look, I'm the sole breadwinner for my family, and if I have to work in the Club, we don't have enough money to eat." ???
Alternately, they post the schedule and I quit and let those fuckers deal with that, but I can't afford to do that.
Shit. Well, it's been a nice break, having just one job. Guess I have to find a second one like RIGHT NOW holy shit people. Fuck fuck fuck. (Full disclosure: I make $150-250 a week in cash, plus usually about $60-100 in credit card tips (yeah, see why I can never predict how much money I'm going to have?). if I'm in the Club all my shifts next week, I'll be lucky to make $70 (and the credit card machine won't accept tips). I can only manage to spell one phrase from that: FUCKING DISASTER.) Lucie has a special deal and has worked in there for 10 years, and only works in there. I don't have any special deal. I can't afford to work in there.
But, i'm the least senior bartender. So if anyone's going to take a $250 pay cut for a week.... it's gonna be me.
I won't know until they post the schedule.
*dies*
As I've said, I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF WORRYING ABOUT MONEY!!!
Sigh. Where was I?
Oh yes.
4) After work we went to the ice cream parlor because I have been jonesing hard for a Condrell's sundae. I had a sundae with homemade butterscotch. It was so good.
I have not eaten dinner. I somehow think I won't bother with it tonight.
I am such a healthy eater.
And there was something beautiful about eating homemade ice cream in an old-fashioned candy shoppe, sitting at the table in the front window and watching large, fluffy snowflakes come down heavily over the pleasant Kenmore street scene outside.
5) Afterward we came home and I played on my computer and Dave came into my bed, groaning at how ill he felt from eating too much ice cream, and fell asleep wrapped around me. So we took a nap. Which was just lovely. Despite the fact that I feel more like hell than I did before the nap. (I am out of Sudafed Sinus. I brought the last 4 doses to work and left them in my bank so I'll have them while I'm working. I am sort of dumb.)
6) There's a new Strong Bad e-mail.
7) I am too freaking-out over the Club thing, and too excited over the Freitas thing, to do anything. i had hoped to sort of chill out by doing the latest exercise for
y_tu_teithad, but I can't pick an inspiration and nothing's really coming to me. Bah. I tried going and doing concrit for other posted exercises, but I'm far, far too retarded for that at the moment.But if I'm stuck in the Club all week, at least the Vikings Novel will be getting some hardcore action. But I am still going to cry because I don't have a laptop. I decided it wasn't worth pining over one, but if I am stuck for 40 hours in that goddamn place trying to negotiate with the Newton which won't let me see two windows at once but I can't work like that-- well, I'm just going to cry. And that's all.
