i'm in the union right now and i'm sitting by some man who is talking to himself like a big weirdo. i'm really being serious... i can't stand the weirdness right now. i just can't do it.
and he's talking really loud too. something about being in God's hands. i don't know. i said he was talking loud.. not clear.
EW! okay so all he has with him is a huge cup of what i hope is milk cuz he's dipping a cookie in it. looks funny cuz it's the biggest cup ever and the smallest cookie ever. and he also has a notebook, headphones but not on his ears, and a crossword from today's paper. he just got up and walked over to me. this is one inch away from my face:
(and blaringly loud):
"IF THE CLEANING HAMPSTERS COME, YOU TELL THEM TO LEAVE MY STUFF THE *FUCK* ALONE. I SWEAR I'LL SNAP ALL THEIR FINGERS OFF IF THEY TOUCH MY STUFF."
mmkay.
?
well i'm scared now. i feel like he's one of those people who has autism but is really smart at something.. like crosswords. like rain man and math. i don't know but i hope i don't ever act like this because i do enjoy talking to myself sometimes.
i'll forget to be a weirdo though.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
not much
not much to report here. i worked thursday friday and saturday nite. i'm pretty appreciative of a day off.
sometimes i wish i had a job where i could just do nothing. not use my brain in any way. i was a lifeguard.. so yes.. i just sat there.. but i still had to pay attention. i was guarding people's lives for fucks sake. i don't care what you say, but i had to go through a lot of crap to be a lifeguard. and i swear.. i burn about 3000 calories every time i work. running around to get people drinks and bread and reset the table after each course. just get a life.
i don't care if your blood sugar is low. if your life was really in danger, i'm pretty sure you wouldn't just sit at the table and wait for a server. wouldn't you go get a soda or something? wouldn't you have medicine or candy in your purse? not just sit there and risk having a seizure or something? it's like "woopsie.. half my body is paralyzed because i was so excited to go out to eat for dinner that i wanted to be waited on for my every life-threatening need. " i just don't get it.
oh, and the same table last nite.. the low blood sugar one.. they asked me if they could take home the steak knives. what? what do you even say to that? you can afford a nice dinner, but you can't afford steak knives? usually i can tell if people are kidding, but i really couldn't last nite. so that's what i said. "are you kidding me?" i realized i sounded a tad bitchy so i threw in a fake laugh. because of this job.. i think i could be an award-winning actress. i really could. just wait. you'll see me on the silver screen at some point.
but we do have really good food. good steaks. but if you go.. make sure it's a thursday friday or saturday. and then ask for me as a server. and then, if need be, wait for an hour. because basically, it'll just make me look good. like, i'm just that good of a server. and i really am too.
here's a link to dennis getto's review (a notorious food critic.. known for being harsh) from onmilwaukee.com:
http://www.onwisconsin.com/dining/dining.asp?id=3747
sometimes i wish i had a job where i could just do nothing. not use my brain in any way. i was a lifeguard.. so yes.. i just sat there.. but i still had to pay attention. i was guarding people's lives for fucks sake. i don't care what you say, but i had to go through a lot of crap to be a lifeguard. and i swear.. i burn about 3000 calories every time i work. running around to get people drinks and bread and reset the table after each course. just get a life.
i don't care if your blood sugar is low. if your life was really in danger, i'm pretty sure you wouldn't just sit at the table and wait for a server. wouldn't you go get a soda or something? wouldn't you have medicine or candy in your purse? not just sit there and risk having a seizure or something? it's like "woopsie.. half my body is paralyzed because i was so excited to go out to eat for dinner that i wanted to be waited on for my every life-threatening need. " i just don't get it.
oh, and the same table last nite.. the low blood sugar one.. they asked me if they could take home the steak knives. what? what do you even say to that? you can afford a nice dinner, but you can't afford steak knives? usually i can tell if people are kidding, but i really couldn't last nite. so that's what i said. "are you kidding me?" i realized i sounded a tad bitchy so i threw in a fake laugh. because of this job.. i think i could be an award-winning actress. i really could. just wait. you'll see me on the silver screen at some point.
but we do have really good food. good steaks. but if you go.. make sure it's a thursday friday or saturday. and then ask for me as a server. and then, if need be, wait for an hour. because basically, it'll just make me look good. like, i'm just that good of a server. and i really am too.
here's a link to dennis getto's review (a notorious food critic.. known for being harsh) from onmilwaukee.com:
http://www.onwisconsin.com/dining/dining.asp?id=3747
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