Sleeping with the Enemy

I am awesome. As a waitress, sometimes I am truly so bomb, I scare myself. Ok. Overstatement. But seriously, I totally bowled over my bosses today along with a former governor. I am head wait on Friday nights now...free food! Yay! Raise! Yay! Paperwork. Eh. I totally love my job sometimes, tonight being a prime example.

So, I waited on bosses and certain former governor. The Republican Stench coming from them was overwhelming. Cough Cough. The man I despise there, the one who is so upper crust that I feel nauseous around him...the one who has never worked in a restaurant his entire life, but who will tell you something is wrong with what you are doing in a drop of a hat: I had this total overwhelming attraction to him and his stupid, narrowminded, materialistic Bastard (oh wait, he's Republican-NONBASTARD) Self. I'm feeling gross. I need a shower.

Office is still painful. Crazy. Loud ass Kym driving me fucking mad. Work is boring...as always, bosses are indifferent unless it comes to productivity...QUANTITY NOT QUALITY. BITE ME. It's been nice having Rhode Island's best not at work harassing me and my uncomfortableness. Strange to see Big Boss in the office. And not around in the 50 other sites we have now. I asked our Controlling Controller (through our lovely HR) about when I would be fully vested in my 401K. He wrote an email that said October. I am 99% sure he is dead wrong...but it is in writing. I learned my lesson when our last HR paid me wrong for a year and then blamed it on me for not noticing (I DID! I asked you about it! You said it was a raise and then fucking didn't REMEMBER when it came down to the wire in front of Boss Lady. Thanks for making me pay back $1500, my love. Which I am now being told is fucking illegal. Bitch.)

Enough bad karma venting.

I am going to London in less than two weeks!!!!!!!!!!! Yay! Get to see Paulo!!!!! Yay!! Get to see Marcella and Bruno! Yayy!!! Get to travel like a crazy girl!!! YAYYYYY!!!!!! 11 Days in Europe. Holy Holiday Batman!!

I'm considering taking a short trip over Thanksgiving. I know my mom reads this sometimes. And I am totally feeling bad child-like. But I LOVED taking that time by myself last year. I am thinking about going to Mexico. I dunno for sure. Prob can't afford it. But gee whiz would like to.

Off to bed I go. Last week and this week are 80 Hour Weeks total at both jobs because I Am a stupid stupid girl. Who will hopefully be able to pay her rent on the first while packing for London, Brussels, Luxembourg, and Amsterdam. Heeeeeheeeeheeeeeheeeee. Night night. :)

10%?!?!? Bloody F-cking Hell

What's wronnnng with people?? 10%?? On a $100 check?? BLAH! I want to educate people!! Three people: 2 women, very nice, one man, not mean but indifferent to his server...talked forever, stayed over two hours, an hour past the time we closed...man INSISTED that the check goes to him. Cheap bastard.

Otherwise, night not so bad. I did make money. Should be ok to buy tickets to London and rail pass by Tuesday. Hurray!! Out of America! Hurray!! Amsterdam, Luxembourg, and Brussels! And Maybe Bruges too!

Very very very angry with my friend John. A little unhappy with Paulo for letting John take advantage of him. Who goes to a foreign country without any travel arrangements??? Who assumes that your friends will take care of you completely when they are just working students trying to find money to eat?!?!? In a house of 8 people and 1 bathroom?!? And who the helllllll walks around a house you don't know offending the females by walking around in only your underwear?!?!? Ugh. The roommates were so pissed, Paulo had to pay a week of rent for John. AND he's expecting a place to stay (with Paulo of course) when he returns from leaching off of his other friend in Amsterdam.

My stomach is a MESS. I have been treating it like crap lately and it's rebelling. In the past two months, I would say I've had fast food as 70% of my dinners after 10pm closing shifts. Ugh. Normally I am anti-crap like McDonalds. This never happened before. :( I had an iron stomach before. Is this aging? Could be the smokey bacon strawberries last night. But it started before last night. Ugh Ugh Ugh Ugh trying to figure this nasty, achy, grumbly, loose shit out.

Off to bed I go. I'm tired. Night # 2 finished of my 75 hour week. Oh joy. Beijos.

Just feeling sad

Just one of those nights. Listening to sad shit and thinking sad shit.

I had a funny entry to write. Really I did. About crazy John and poor Paulo and Marcella's experiences with him. Maybe tomorrow.

Instead, I'm just wishing I said no. That I said yes. That I had control right now. That I was more honest. More open. More.

I am so selfish to be overcome by my thoughts when there are such bigger thoughts out there that don't involve me. Maybe someday these won't consume me and I can be a better person, eh?

*Oh. And I'm an asshole. I completely forgot my mom's birthday.