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dragonlady7God, today was irritating.
No customers. Had difficulties in setting up initially; took the position that if the management didn't care enough to give me the things I needed to set up, then I didn't care to set up, and we were all on the same page so all was well. Was pissed-off enough to throw things, however.
Had my first customer after two hours. Yeah.
The day was ridiculously slow.
They've hired two more bartenders, beyond the one they hired not long ago, and no, they're not firing anybody. See, there's going to be a fourth bar.
Going. Going to be.
Like, the end of the summer. Maybe. They say July; they are always wrong. (They screwed themselves over with opening the new Coffee Beanery as well-- got 20 new cashiers and had to fudge around with schedules for 2 months (TWO MONTHS) while the opening was delayed. They can't open shit on time to save themselves.)
So they're doing that to bartenders now.
What does this mean? This means they'll be cutting my hours to make room for the new folks, you can bet your ass. I tell you what, I ain't going to be making a living this next month, I can safely predict you that. There won't be any good shifts on my plate. Dave, if you don't get a job, we be livin' hungry. You thought we were hungry before? I show you hungry. And now you won't be getting gas money from your mom.
Sigh. I guess it's time to start looking for another second job. I could follow Lisa to that new Tully's joint. It's not like the airport job is giving me the health insurance it promised me anyway. (A coworker told me what cabinet they keep the paperwork in: nobody who works in the office knows, or can be bothered to find out. So I have to break in tomorrow and find it. You know... Fuckers. It's only their job.)
Wore contacts today, which I never do. One person said I was hotter with glasses. Another person said I looked like Nicole Kidman. (Uh?) A third said I looked like Heidi (hair up in braids does it every time), and another said Swiss Miss. Oh yes. That helped my mood immensely.
Looked for mass quantities of peanut oil in Asian markets on the way home from work. Couldn't find any. Dave wants to fry the turkey in peanut oil. I told him I'd had turkey fried in regular oil and it was fine. He said, "but not to celebrate the culmination of 20 years of school!"
Dude. I graduated too. And maybe it didn't take me as long, but really. And I can't afford peanut oil, all right? We still gotta buy the rest of the food, and the beer... *grump grump grump* I know, I gotta pull the stick outta my butt or something. But I am tired and I am not getting ahead.
Bought jalapenos at the garden store on the way home. Dave was pleased.
Got home and he asked what I wanted for dinner. I had said I was hungry, but also tired. I said "dunno" and went to check email. He was puttering and I was hoping maybe he'd come up with something for dinner, but it's gone quiet, so I don't think he has. I have got to get myself together and more rigorously plan some cheap meals, because I am feeling very exceedingly wearingly poor and we just spent $100 on groceries so there must be something to eat and it is so, so, so very hard not to just go out to get food in this town when there's nothing compelling at home, but I can't can't can't afford that. I promised Dave a posh expensive dinner somewhere as a graduation present and I've got to save up for it.
Y'all should be proud of me; I didn't buy expensive and lovely perennials for the backyard. I resisted. Nobly. No delphiniums or lupins or columbines for me. Just the peppers we came for. Nothing else.
Christ, I hate Tuesdays so much.
No customers. Had difficulties in setting up initially; took the position that if the management didn't care enough to give me the things I needed to set up, then I didn't care to set up, and we were all on the same page so all was well. Was pissed-off enough to throw things, however.
Had my first customer after two hours. Yeah.
The day was ridiculously slow.
They've hired two more bartenders, beyond the one they hired not long ago, and no, they're not firing anybody. See, there's going to be a fourth bar.
Going. Going to be.
Like, the end of the summer. Maybe. They say July; they are always wrong. (They screwed themselves over with opening the new Coffee Beanery as well-- got 20 new cashiers and had to fudge around with schedules for 2 months (TWO MONTHS) while the opening was delayed. They can't open shit on time to save themselves.)
So they're doing that to bartenders now.
What does this mean? This means they'll be cutting my hours to make room for the new folks, you can bet your ass. I tell you what, I ain't going to be making a living this next month, I can safely predict you that. There won't be any good shifts on my plate. Dave, if you don't get a job, we be livin' hungry. You thought we were hungry before? I show you hungry. And now you won't be getting gas money from your mom.
Sigh. I guess it's time to start looking for another second job. I could follow Lisa to that new Tully's joint. It's not like the airport job is giving me the health insurance it promised me anyway. (A coworker told me what cabinet they keep the paperwork in: nobody who works in the office knows, or can be bothered to find out. So I have to break in tomorrow and find it. You know... Fuckers. It's only their job.)
Wore contacts today, which I never do. One person said I was hotter with glasses. Another person said I looked like Nicole Kidman. (Uh?) A third said I looked like Heidi (hair up in braids does it every time), and another said Swiss Miss. Oh yes. That helped my mood immensely.
Looked for mass quantities of peanut oil in Asian markets on the way home from work. Couldn't find any. Dave wants to fry the turkey in peanut oil. I told him I'd had turkey fried in regular oil and it was fine. He said, "but not to celebrate the culmination of 20 years of school!"
Dude. I graduated too. And maybe it didn't take me as long, but really. And I can't afford peanut oil, all right? We still gotta buy the rest of the food, and the beer... *grump grump grump* I know, I gotta pull the stick outta my butt or something. But I am tired and I am not getting ahead.
Bought jalapenos at the garden store on the way home. Dave was pleased.
Got home and he asked what I wanted for dinner. I had said I was hungry, but also tired. I said "dunno" and went to check email. He was puttering and I was hoping maybe he'd come up with something for dinner, but it's gone quiet, so I don't think he has. I have got to get myself together and more rigorously plan some cheap meals, because I am feeling very exceedingly wearingly poor and we just spent $100 on groceries so there must be something to eat and it is so, so, so very hard not to just go out to get food in this town when there's nothing compelling at home, but I can't can't can't afford that. I promised Dave a posh expensive dinner somewhere as a graduation present and I've got to save up for it.
Y'all should be proud of me; I didn't buy expensive and lovely perennials for the backyard. I resisted. Nobly. No delphiniums or lupins or columbines for me. Just the peppers we came for. Nothing else.
Christ, I hate Tuesdays so much.
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Date: 2005-05-17 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-17 10:50 pm (UTC)Oh I'm just in such a bad mood tonight. Dave actually got annoyed that I was so grumpy, which in my current state just makes me mad-- he is sullen and taciturn and impatient with me all the time. *growl*
Somebody needs some elf-smut and I think it's me.
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Date: 2005-05-18 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-18 03:41 am (UTC)...
But NOOOO!!! Say it isn't so!!! *weeps*
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Date: 2005-05-19 01:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-19 03:01 am (UTC)*flees from a vengeful Lord of the Fountain*
(Which of them would be more upset?)
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Date: 2005-05-21 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-21 12:14 pm (UTC)Aw, that's sweet, now I think of it. Ecthelion thinks the hair is pretty, and all, but it's not as important to him?
I think he'd be outraged on Glorfindel's behalf, certainly...
but you're right, Glorfindel's more than capable of pursuing his own revenge.
*gets back to fleeing*
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Date: 2005-05-21 11:37 pm (UTC)So it's also about other bits of Glorfindel.
Like his beautiful soul, you know.
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Date: 2005-05-22 01:02 am (UTC)And penis?
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Date: 2005-05-24 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-24 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-05-25 03:11 am (UTC)Holy cow, you could have Fall of Gondolin reunions in Imladris. That'd be kinda... whoa. *tiny mind boggles*
I was actually pondering whether I could insert any Egalmoth references into my Fourth Age stuff, without getting ridiculous with the resurrections.
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Date: 2005-05-25 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-18 12:31 pm (UTC)The Quills whores are very proud of him.
ps You do look like heidi but in a breasty german porno movie way.