Our family tree stops here. May 29, 2007
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Typically, I am lucky enough to get off work and return home long after the rest of my family has gone to sleep. Tonight is not one of those nights. I stupidly called it an early day and decided to go home… for Peace and Quiet? I would have hoped. But that would require a miracle.
As soon as I open the door, my sister is hugging on me like I’m the prodigal freaking son or something and sounds unusually happy to see me. First of all, she’s 19. Second, we don’t hug. Third…. well… we don’t like each other much at all. What I discovered is that she’s deprived of any sort of social interaction and even I will suffice when it comes to having someone listen to her talk. No, but she wants me to listen to music. And as soon as a song about a freaking unicorn came on, I was out of there. Who listens to songs about unicorns? Three year olds?
My mother, on the other hand, is just deprived. Ever since she took early retirement, she’s been itching for a hobby. And finally, she found one: her ancestry. Yes, in most cases, discovering more about your roots is exciting and ancient and crap. And usually, I would love to hear about it when it’s not 15 minutes after I get off work and have had to deal with a bunch of morons and nasty customers. I can’t seem to give her the appropriate hint without hurting her feelings (which tend to be hurt very often as the doctors took out the sane part of her brain in surgery). So every 10 minutes she wants to come over and tell me “ooh, how weird!” it is that every name in her immediate family but hers is a Forrester family name. Weird, indeed. “How weird!” it is that some old castle that supposedly belongs to our Scottish family clan had a dungeon. (I’m baffled about that one because last time I checked most castles had dungeons. Maybe she’s surprised that brutality was possible deep down in our family history) (But I guess the Battle Dome in our living room doesn’t count because we don’t draw much blood. Or something). I think she just likes to hear herself talk. Or is mistaken that I’m actually listening.
Come to think of it, both of them talk a lot. And if it’s not yelling at each other or at me, they’re talking to themselves thinking that I’m listening. .. Hmm.. that happens a lot.
I have a new plan for Peace and Quiet that requires: Duct tape, earplugs, a dungeon, and Valium. Any combination will do just fine.
Why soy protein makes you insane May 24, 2007
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“I can’t even open it!”
“Are you kidding me? You take off the plastic! It’s a resealable bag!!” (I grab the bag and tear off the plastic strip).
“Smell it.”
“You want me to smell the ham?”
“Yeah! To see if it’s good.”
“It hasn’t even been opened! No, I’m not smelling it!”
“SMELL IT!!” (At this point I walk outside).
What follows is a conversation I heard outside between my mom and sister. Please note that this is not verbatim as I am trying to learn how to be deaf.
“I’m not smelling the ham!”
“You are so dumb!! MOM! SMELL THE HAM!”
“Just make yourself a G.D. sandwich!”
“I can’t!”
“You’re 19!!! You should be able to make 19 sandwiches by now!”
“We have no peanut butter!!!” (We do. There is half a jar left of some JIF soy protein peanut butter and the only person in the house who would ever eat that is my sister).
“YES WE DO!”
*Quiet voice* “Oh…. yeah….” *Louder* “Will you make me a sandwich?”
“NOOOOOO!”
“But I’m hungry! You’re supposed to be a mom and make me a sandwich! You’re the adult here!”
“YOU’RE an adult, too! Make your own G.D. sandwich!”
“NO! YOU’RE CRAZY!”
“YOU’RE CRAZY!“
“(^^%(&(&%*&^(*&HAM!(&*(*^*&^(&*”
“%#$^&%$#$%DAMN$^$#^PEANUTS&$&#%^^”
“You’re crazy!!!!”
And this is why I am the way I am.
The world looks better when you’re brilliant May 15, 2007
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In my phone the Memo says: “Steps to Success. Use D.M. for Internet Dating Reality Show.”
And now, for your reading pleasure (and for my own amusement, as this was extremely funny to me when I was under the influence…), I’m going to relay the Best Idea Ever that will never see fruition because my work friends and I are: A) broke, B) too lazy to do it, and C) afraid that our District Manager (or whatever) might kill us if he finds out.
About three or four times a week Shelly, Pete, and I huddle together at Pete’s house to get influenced and watch Viva La Bam or the Ultimate Fighting Champion. On most occaisions we don’t speak much unless colorful characters such as Denise, Rob, or Doug are there to entice our vocal chords to say more than “Yeah man” or “Hey, pass that ashtray.” But on this particular night I started the BitchFest about people at work and how I’m “so freaking fed up!” with work and a bunch of et ceteras. This tangentalized into an in depth conversation about our District Manager (who will remain forever as D.M. for privacy purposes). Collectively, we think that while he still brings a Cloud of Intimidation with him whenever he enters the restaurant, he’s becoming a pretty nice guy. He tends to speak to us a lot nicer and get a bit chatty if he’s feeling pretty good (although no matter how nice he is you dread the Look of Gloom if you forget to wash your hands for 2 full Happy Birthday song cycles). But back to the matter at hand: D.M. is becoming chummy. He asks me what I want to do back in school (finish English degree), what I like to write (whatever pops into my head), and maybe he’ll bring by some poems he’s written because he’s a bit of a brooding man himself (Uh… okay?). During our conversation, we concluded that we know quite a bit about D.M. except whether he’s married or not. BUT that’s all the more interesting and it really doesn’t matter to us because he’s our experiment.
What experiment? you say. Ah, friends, this is where it gets good. Knowing as much as we do about D.M. we decided that we’re gonna make him some friends. But not just any friends… Match.com friends. Oh yes. We’re gonna put his profile on Match.com (or Eharmony.com…. whichever has better results). But the best is yet to come. Not only are we gonna find him some dates (married? guess we’ll find that out sooner or later) but we’re gonna covertly film the Internet Dating Extravaganza that will follow. He’s gonna be our pilot episode that we’ll send to NBC. Or ABC. Or CBS. Or, hell, PBS if no major prime-time company will sign us. We haven’t figured out how to covertly film the dates yet… but that’s a work in progress.
You may say, Isn’t it against the law to do this to someone? Well…. probably. But once we send in the pilot episode and get signed, I really don’t think D.M. will have much of a problem when he gets a cut of the profits. (And it will be profitable, mind you. The American public loves reality tv crap). There are a lot of other glitches that need to be worked out.. such as money or avoiding legal complications. Which, now that I think of it, money is really the only glitch we have to solve. But no matter. We can do this low budget until someone gives us money. OR HEY! We can have The Hut sponsor it and be a major advertisement during the much-coveted 8pm spot on ABC. Oooh. Just think of the possibilities. We decided we’re gonna get Shelly her own design company, Pete is going to Ninja School or… no wait, that’s me going to Ninja School… Oh right, Pete is going to Stunt Driving School. Yes, I will be a ninja.
On a more morbid note, Denise called me yesterday to donate some books to my already thriving collection. I accepted but I think I’m gonna just throw the books at her head instead because she’s leaving me in July and that does not make me happy at all. Go ahead and pack, Denise. Just watch out because now that I’m a ninja, I can hack your tires into tiny little pieces of rubber.. and that won’t get you to Oregon.
Whoops!
I don’t like you, but I “tolerate” you. May 7, 2007
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Working at The Hut in the last four months or so has taken me to new heights… it has “expanded my paradigm,” if you will… I have never met more stupid people in my life. Now now, this doesn’t account for 90% of the people I work with because I like them. However, there are a select few that I have encountered in the recent months that have made my head spin like an owl and made me ask myself if someone actually gave birth to such idiots. The answer is yes. Some unfortunate mother and father produced such morons with their puny little egg and sperm. These people did not win the genetic lottery in intelligence. And if we’re on the topic of genetics, they didn’t hit the Looks Jackpot either (but that’s beside the point).
I work in small quarters with an even smaller staff so after a week it’s easy to know everyone in the restaurant. Whereas when I worked at The Bees I kept meeting new coworkers everyday for a month. After a while, as with any job, it’s simple to weed out the duds. You can better recognize who you work well with, who does their job well, who to avoid, etc. You learn to “tolerate” certain people just to keep the peace. Perhaps it’s because the War isn’t worth the strife it causes (which typically seems to be the case). Maybe it’s because these human prodigies really can’t help that they’re so brilliant they don’t know what to do with themselves (which usually is an unfortunate case because seldom do you know what to do about them either). See, I use “tolerate” very loosely because it’s just another word for apathy. To tolerate someone is to let them go on doing what they do without really making any effort to correct it. I also only am using this term in reference to the workplace because things like religious, ethnic, and racial tolerance are quite well and good; we should all just get along, shouldn’t we?
In the past, I have been quite apathetic towards certain people because, in all honesty, I truly believe they can’t help themselves. Take for example Dumb Girl who had to ask which salad dressing was Italian, if it was in the walk-in refrigerator, and if it looked the same as it did on the salad bar (Answers: Yes, yes, and yes). (And that was only one of her dumb questions). Sometimes, people just don’t have common sense. In fact, I lack some of the common sense myself… that I will fully admit to. But sometimes, ah! sometimes, people are just ridiculous. I can overlook stupidity to a certain extent if it is more amusing than damaging, but I cannot and will not overlook stupidness and laziness combined. Have I mentioned this before? I think I have. Stupid and lazy people are insufferable. If you are ever a new employee ANYwhere, please please please do not prove to be this combination. You will gain zero respect and no one will want to work with you.
With that having been said, here are some tips for potential employees. Consider this How To Act At Your New Job 101.
1.) If you have a question that you think may be dumb.. think about it for a second. Hell, be risky, think about it for 5 seconds. If you still can’t answer it, then ask someone. Do not take the chance of looking like a complete moron on your first day. It’s okay to ask questions if you’re new somewhere but if you think, even for a second, that your question may have a really simple answer try and figure out the solution. OR, precede the question with: “I know this is dumb to ask, but….” so at least the other person knows that you are aware of your own stupidity, in turn making you look a little bit smarter. Don’t ask me how that works, it just does.
2.) Always work hard, especially in your first week. You will gain the much needed respect and admiration of your coworkers and management. You can say that you don’t need to make friends, you don’t need their respect but trust me… trust anyone who’s ever had a job, it’s much easier to work with people who trust and respect you. If you show that you are working hard, people will want to work hard for you. As cliche as it sounds, it’s a whole teamwork thing. And if you help out others, chances are they are going to help you.
3.) No matter what you did in your previous job, please do not brag about it. In fact, even if you used to work at the same job you’re at now, don’t talk about it. Well…let me rephrase: don’t talk about it if you aren’t going to prove yourself. You have to have something to back up all you’re saying. Don’t say, “Oh, I used to do this. This is so easy, blah blah blah” and then slack off. If it’s so easy, then just freaking do it. Don’t complain how “things have changed so much.” Of course they’ve changed! That’s how life works. Just do your job and do it right. And P.S. don’t try and tell other people how they should do their job, unless you’re the boss. That’s just a stupid idea.
4.) If you’re in a commission-/tip-based job, don’t brag about your money. Unless you know your coworkers well or are training someone don’t say anything about how much money you made. As a server, I will talk about my tips to my coworkers who are friends (and sometimes that isn’t even a good idea). If you got a real outstanding tip, sure, go ahead and say something. If you got $6 from an old couple who is notorious for leaving $1 tips, tell someone and let them know how to work it, too. You have every right to be proud of yourself. But if you know that every other person has been getting beans for tips, it may not be smart to go around flaunting your green.
And, on another note, don’t try and bullshit someone else. I had a girl try and tell me that she made over $5 from every table and I “should have walked out with over $100″ that night. Wrong! #1= Even the best server was lucky to make $50 that night and that is a straight-up fact. #2= There is only one person in the entire restaurant that makes over $5 from every table and she has been working there over 20 years. If you’ve only been there for a week, I’m not buying it.
The moon was red last night. May 4, 2007
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Highlights from the last week are as follows:
+Seeing my boyfriend in Fayetteville, NC
+The sound of angels trumpetting as I embarked upon Charlotte, NC. My Home.
+Pizza Hut pizza delivery style with friends… and for some reason, it tastes so much better when I’m not working.
+Lunch with friends at the Penguin. Hummus and onion rings are the shit.
+Mending broken bridges without mending them at all.
+My dog remembering who I was and flipping the hell out when he saw me.
+Fun times at the river with good people.
+Coffee, boutiques, and pancakes in Nashville.
Question of the day: What is the weirdest thing you’ve seen in a bathroom? (I saw a watering can in the bathroom last night… and that was very peculiar).
It’s 120pm and I’ve got to work today. I haven’t had the appropriate time to relax and unpack, but since I have no money for… well… just about anything right now, work will have to suffice.