Monday, February 16, 2004
ok. so listen to this. first of all, it was way busy tonight, which was fabulous, i ended up making $170 in 6 hours. woo. thats like almost $30 an hour. i had a lot of high checks and nice people. i gave $10 to shasta, they are buying lotto tickets for tuesdays mega millions. then we can all quit! YAY. riiight. but $10 is a risk i'll take, esp when i had only counted on making like $50 at most tonight. so whatever. shasta decides she wants a milk shake, and so a bunch of us went over to the westway (the regular diner we go to). we talked about former employees (bc it was me, jesse, derek, justin, shasta, and kathy.. and all of them except kathy started before me, so thats like 2.5 years of former employees.. kathy only started like 6 months ago, i think she was a wee bit lost.) and we talked about ourselves, like justin, shasta and derek didnt know that jesse is only 19, and i didnt know that derek graduated HS in 99.. i always thought he was older than me. it ended up taking forever for some reason, it was a good time, but it was like 2:05 by the time we were getting the bill. everyone was taking cabs home, so i wasnt gonna walk over to the subway by myself in the 20 degree weather, and i figured i had made so much money anyway.. blah blah blah, so i hail a cab. this is the best part. so i get in, and not only is the driver smoking a cigarette, but i slowly begin to wonder if hes drunk. he was driving so slow. anyway. this is our conversation:
gille: i need to go to greenpoint.
driver: queens?
gille: no. greenpoint. brooklyn
driver: i take the brooklyn bridge?
gille: um, no the 59th st bridge.. to jackson ave, to the pulaski bridge. you know where the pulaski bridge is?
driver: yes. by 21st St.
gille: ok.
so we're driving at like 20 mph the whole way, we get over the 59th St bridge and hes going the right way. but then he made a weird turn and i was lost. he was on 21st St in queens but i could not orient myself, i knew we had to go south, but the only option was to turn around or go through the midtown tunnel, back to manhattan, which is a TOLL on top. so i tell him to turn around, and he is *insisting* that we've gone over the pulaski bridge (nooooo we did NOTTT) but i dont even think he understood me at all, i dont know if he spoke english or just like repeated things i said. i felt secure in that he knew it was by 21st St but he totally got lost and after driving for $12 (which is how much it should cost for me to get home) i tell him to stop the cab and im going on the subway. thank god we were at the 23rd-Ely station, or else i'd have cried FOREVER. i threw $12 in the front seat of the cab (which wasn't enough, mind you. it was cost more than $12), got out and slammed the door. went down to the E platform (bc you have to walk it to get to the tunnel to get to the G from the entrance i came in). it was totally desolate and i wanted to RUN i was scared there was only this one dude sitting on the bench halfway down the platform. so whatever i get over to the G train and there is not ONE person waiting on the platform, which means that i just missed it. waited like 5 minutes and then a train came, but they turn around at court sq and thats where i was, so i had to wait 30 more minutes for it to depart. and i was scared to get on the train cos there is no conductor while its in the station, and there was only one thug looking boy and a homeless man in that car. but a few people came down so i got on the train, too. sat there, read helter skelter. the whole time im freaking out bc its like 3:08 (i looked at my watch) and the train still wasnt going. finally it left and i was freaking out then cos i had like $160 on me, and i was walking through desolate greenpoint alone at 3:25 am. so i called jesse, cos he was at the diner and i thought he might still be up, but i woke him. i felt bad. but he stayed on the phone with me while i walked home. for some reason i feel a little safer when im on the phone its kinda like having someone there..
but yah. now its like almost 4 and guess what? candace isnt home. havent seen her since thursday. you know, she took her razor and her straightening iron, so she *knew* she wasnt coming home at least one night, but she couldnt tell me that she was gonna be out? whatever. im not like her mom or anything, but it would be nice to know when shes not planning on being here. a lot of the time, i dont have my friends come by bc i dont want to wake candace talking.. and to KNOW she isnt going to be here would allow me to live my late night lifestyle, and live it with others, at that. i always just thought it was good roommate etiquette to tell each other when yr not gonna be around. i remember the first night i stayed over nicks apartment junior year of college.. lidia was SOO mad at me when i got home for not calling her. she was like "i dont care what time it is, you should call me!" speaking of lidia, i ran into her the other day, which i figured i would happen eventually, seeing as i live in little poland. i was getting off the G and she was getting on. i hugged her and i told her to email me, but she hasnt. she was a great roommate. i think she started hating me when i stopped coming home, and started spending a lot of nights with nick. well not *hating* me, but you know. i guess this whole thing with candace never coming home is payback. but at least in the dorms there was a security guard. i think thats why i always get nervous when i have to spend the night alone here, bc i feel insecure. im home alone in brooklyn. you know?
anyway. im gonna .. i dont know. i might read i guess. the crossword puzzle irritates me on sundays, its way too hard and cryptic. maybe ill write. imagine that.
gille: i need to go to greenpoint.
driver: queens?
gille: no. greenpoint. brooklyn
driver: i take the brooklyn bridge?
gille: um, no the 59th st bridge.. to jackson ave, to the pulaski bridge. you know where the pulaski bridge is?
driver: yes. by 21st St.
gille: ok.
so we're driving at like 20 mph the whole way, we get over the 59th St bridge and hes going the right way. but then he made a weird turn and i was lost. he was on 21st St in queens but i could not orient myself, i knew we had to go south, but the only option was to turn around or go through the midtown tunnel, back to manhattan, which is a TOLL on top. so i tell him to turn around, and he is *insisting* that we've gone over the pulaski bridge (nooooo we did NOTTT) but i dont even think he understood me at all, i dont know if he spoke english or just like repeated things i said. i felt secure in that he knew it was by 21st St but he totally got lost and after driving for $12 (which is how much it should cost for me to get home) i tell him to stop the cab and im going on the subway. thank god we were at the 23rd-Ely station, or else i'd have cried FOREVER. i threw $12 in the front seat of the cab (which wasn't enough, mind you. it was cost more than $12), got out and slammed the door. went down to the E platform (bc you have to walk it to get to the tunnel to get to the G from the entrance i came in). it was totally desolate and i wanted to RUN i was scared there was only this one dude sitting on the bench halfway down the platform. so whatever i get over to the G train and there is not ONE person waiting on the platform, which means that i just missed it. waited like 5 minutes and then a train came, but they turn around at court sq and thats where i was, so i had to wait 30 more minutes for it to depart. and i was scared to get on the train cos there is no conductor while its in the station, and there was only one thug looking boy and a homeless man in that car. but a few people came down so i got on the train, too. sat there, read helter skelter. the whole time im freaking out bc its like 3:08 (i looked at my watch) and the train still wasnt going. finally it left and i was freaking out then cos i had like $160 on me, and i was walking through desolate greenpoint alone at 3:25 am. so i called jesse, cos he was at the diner and i thought he might still be up, but i woke him. i felt bad. but he stayed on the phone with me while i walked home. for some reason i feel a little safer when im on the phone its kinda like having someone there..
but yah. now its like almost 4 and guess what? candace isnt home. havent seen her since thursday. you know, she took her razor and her straightening iron, so she *knew* she wasnt coming home at least one night, but she couldnt tell me that she was gonna be out? whatever. im not like her mom or anything, but it would be nice to know when shes not planning on being here. a lot of the time, i dont have my friends come by bc i dont want to wake candace talking.. and to KNOW she isnt going to be here would allow me to live my late night lifestyle, and live it with others, at that. i always just thought it was good roommate etiquette to tell each other when yr not gonna be around. i remember the first night i stayed over nicks apartment junior year of college.. lidia was SOO mad at me when i got home for not calling her. she was like "i dont care what time it is, you should call me!" speaking of lidia, i ran into her the other day, which i figured i would happen eventually, seeing as i live in little poland. i was getting off the G and she was getting on. i hugged her and i told her to email me, but she hasnt. she was a great roommate. i think she started hating me when i stopped coming home, and started spending a lot of nights with nick. well not *hating* me, but you know. i guess this whole thing with candace never coming home is payback. but at least in the dorms there was a security guard. i think thats why i always get nervous when i have to spend the night alone here, bc i feel insecure. im home alone in brooklyn. you know?
anyway. im gonna .. i dont know. i might read i guess. the crossword puzzle irritates me on sundays, its way too hard and cryptic. maybe ill write. imagine that.
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