Saturday, December 20, 2003
i shall be brief. im wayy too tired for a long story here. i really need to dye my hair again. i chose a black with red tones, and since i already had serious red tones, they stick out on the top half of my hair, but not the bottom. what i really need to do, is get it done professionally. that or go for midnight or something. i dont wanna be too black though. id even settle for an even toned brown. i thought i fixed the problem, but the dye is washing out already (and i bought permanant!!!) so the same two-tonedness is resurfacing.
i got up at 930 this morning, it was wayyy rough. i showered. went to newark, graded essays. went to the faculty/staff christmas party. drank five glasses of wine, chatted with strangers. i told sylvia that id come to work drunk on wine, and she was like "what?!" the party was weird, and i felt obligated to hang out for a little while, but i dont know anyone, so i just drank. most of the profs i've had are no longer with rutgers. and i dont know any of the undergrad student aides.. but random professors would come by and chat for a second. then i spilled merlot all over the right upper thigh of my favorite pair of cords. booo! i talked to maureen for a bit, went to the computer lab to abuse my printing priviledges, rode the PATH, still drunk.. got to work kinda drunk. then i had this MEAN MEAN customer.. this man. im not going to go into it, but he was awful, he called me rude when i was just trying to explain to him that i hadn't lied, the plate he got wasnt usually that large, they misportioned it and he was actually getting wayy more, and he didnt want to waste any and blah blah blah blah. fine, i AM gonna go into it.. basically he was accusing me of getting him to buy more than he needed, and i was like "sir, im not interested in making money for the corporation. i do not stand to gain by selling you two meals." and he was like "im a new yorker, and you are rude." i didnt even understand, but i think he was accusing me of treating him like a tourist. ok, first of all, if yr a new yorker, then why was yr ID a passport from another country? and it was a really.. i dont know how to describe it. it was a low technology passport, like it was probably easten european maybe? like a poor eastern european nation.. it was handwritten and laminated. not that im making a judgement based on his passport, i just dont understand his stress on the fact that he believed himself to be a new yorker. moving along... most people who order the LARGEST PLATE ON THE MENU know that its big, but are willing to undertake the feat. so gregg took off the salad. fast forward like 30 minutes, and im walking by the table and what happens? the ranch ramiken falls off my tray and splatters all over the girlfriend. in her hair, on her coat and pants, and all over me. i was like of all the tables in the entire restaurant, i have to drop a highly bouncible small ramiken with watery ranch dressing in it right next to the problem. he started scolding me, saying that she'd just had her hair done at some fancy pants salon and it cost him $300 and the dry cleaning was gonna cost blah blah blah... so he goes to the bathroom, and the girlfriend starts like consoling me. she was like "hes always like this, dont listen to him." i was like "seriously ive been doing this for so long, and no one has ever ever been this mean to me." but whatever, she was cool. she was japanese. they still left me like 18%. maybe she made him.
oh, and its also funny that tonight at work, i was walking toward baxter and he sings "time baby III" as i get there.. and that is weird bc that was the song i ended last nights entry with, and it was the exact line he sang. this wouldnt be as much of a coincidence had not yesterdays "josie" episode happened. i feel psychic or something. ehehe.
so i was having no fun at all and i decided to give away my station when evens were cut. i didnt want to be there, and bart was already done, and he was my support system tonight. so i let kathy take over for me. i was kinda mad at myself afterward, bc i do need the money for christmas. but right after i decided to let her work my section, it got sat with a party of 7. i was UGH. they probably got 7 large margaritas and 7 fajitas and i should have made more.. oh well. i still made $110, and thats good enough right now. i still have tomorrow, which im counting on it being busy, as its the last saturday before christmas.
um, so i have to do brunch again tomorrow. 9am. im going to bed at 2. no later! i can get 5 hours of sleep if i fall asleep by 230. plus im SUPER tired, so its likely that it wont take me long to fall asleep. so maybe i can ever get 5.5 hours! who knows though. im gonna come home after work and nap, then meet up with kim and jenna and bart and baxter and a potential slew of others (kims other roommates, random coworkers. i invited jesse and kathy and gino..). kim says shes gonna get shit-faced, but that i have to moniter her (which i am firmly against.) im afraid it'll go as it always does.. at first we will giggle, but after a while, she will realize that it doesnt help and that she is sad. and we will both realize how much we hate how everything is, or we'll acknowledge that we hate ourselves, because we can't pretend so well when we're drunk.. it'll be bad, and then we'll go back to what everyone else is doing and be ok or something. or at least resume pretending..
im going christmas shopping on sunday, im really excited. thats my favorite part about christmas. that i can spend money and not feel bad. i always feel bad when i spend on myself, bc i have so much debt and stuff thats more important than new clothes and whatnot. but at christmastime, i have money saved up that i get to spend on finding happiness for others. which still pisses me off, bc im still getting pleasure out of feeding capitalism and comsuming....
didnt i say i was gonna be brief? oops. im gonna do that whole crossword routine, and then dreaaaamm all night. xo.
i got up at 930 this morning, it was wayyy rough. i showered. went to newark, graded essays. went to the faculty/staff christmas party. drank five glasses of wine, chatted with strangers. i told sylvia that id come to work drunk on wine, and she was like "what?!" the party was weird, and i felt obligated to hang out for a little while, but i dont know anyone, so i just drank. most of the profs i've had are no longer with rutgers. and i dont know any of the undergrad student aides.. but random professors would come by and chat for a second. then i spilled merlot all over the right upper thigh of my favorite pair of cords. booo! i talked to maureen for a bit, went to the computer lab to abuse my printing priviledges, rode the PATH, still drunk.. got to work kinda drunk. then i had this MEAN MEAN customer.. this man. im not going to go into it, but he was awful, he called me rude when i was just trying to explain to him that i hadn't lied, the plate he got wasnt usually that large, they misportioned it and he was actually getting wayy more, and he didnt want to waste any and blah blah blah blah. fine, i AM gonna go into it.. basically he was accusing me of getting him to buy more than he needed, and i was like "sir, im not interested in making money for the corporation. i do not stand to gain by selling you two meals." and he was like "im a new yorker, and you are rude." i didnt even understand, but i think he was accusing me of treating him like a tourist. ok, first of all, if yr a new yorker, then why was yr ID a passport from another country? and it was a really.. i dont know how to describe it. it was a low technology passport, like it was probably easten european maybe? like a poor eastern european nation.. it was handwritten and laminated. not that im making a judgement based on his passport, i just dont understand his stress on the fact that he believed himself to be a new yorker. moving along... most people who order the LARGEST PLATE ON THE MENU know that its big, but are willing to undertake the feat. so gregg took off the salad. fast forward like 30 minutes, and im walking by the table and what happens? the ranch ramiken falls off my tray and splatters all over the girlfriend. in her hair, on her coat and pants, and all over me. i was like of all the tables in the entire restaurant, i have to drop a highly bouncible small ramiken with watery ranch dressing in it right next to the problem. he started scolding me, saying that she'd just had her hair done at some fancy pants salon and it cost him $300 and the dry cleaning was gonna cost blah blah blah... so he goes to the bathroom, and the girlfriend starts like consoling me. she was like "hes always like this, dont listen to him." i was like "seriously ive been doing this for so long, and no one has ever ever been this mean to me." but whatever, she was cool. she was japanese. they still left me like 18%. maybe she made him.
oh, and its also funny that tonight at work, i was walking toward baxter and he sings "time baby III" as i get there.. and that is weird bc that was the song i ended last nights entry with, and it was the exact line he sang. this wouldnt be as much of a coincidence had not yesterdays "josie" episode happened. i feel psychic or something. ehehe.
so i was having no fun at all and i decided to give away my station when evens were cut. i didnt want to be there, and bart was already done, and he was my support system tonight. so i let kathy take over for me. i was kinda mad at myself afterward, bc i do need the money for christmas. but right after i decided to let her work my section, it got sat with a party of 7. i was UGH. they probably got 7 large margaritas and 7 fajitas and i should have made more.. oh well. i still made $110, and thats good enough right now. i still have tomorrow, which im counting on it being busy, as its the last saturday before christmas.
um, so i have to do brunch again tomorrow. 9am. im going to bed at 2. no later! i can get 5 hours of sleep if i fall asleep by 230. plus im SUPER tired, so its likely that it wont take me long to fall asleep. so maybe i can ever get 5.5 hours! who knows though. im gonna come home after work and nap, then meet up with kim and jenna and bart and baxter and a potential slew of others (kims other roommates, random coworkers. i invited jesse and kathy and gino..). kim says shes gonna get shit-faced, but that i have to moniter her (which i am firmly against.) im afraid it'll go as it always does.. at first we will giggle, but after a while, she will realize that it doesnt help and that she is sad. and we will both realize how much we hate how everything is, or we'll acknowledge that we hate ourselves, because we can't pretend so well when we're drunk.. it'll be bad, and then we'll go back to what everyone else is doing and be ok or something. or at least resume pretending..
im going christmas shopping on sunday, im really excited. thats my favorite part about christmas. that i can spend money and not feel bad. i always feel bad when i spend on myself, bc i have so much debt and stuff thats more important than new clothes and whatnot. but at christmastime, i have money saved up that i get to spend on finding happiness for others. which still pisses me off, bc im still getting pleasure out of feeding capitalism and comsuming....
didnt i say i was gonna be brief? oops. im gonna do that whole crossword routine, and then dreaaaamm all night. xo.
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