The end of the dailies

WEll, not really. If you've noticed I've stopped posting daily - which is sad, BUT I have not stopped entirely, I promise.

A certain person came back into town this week and he has been a little distracting. A little.

Day Seventy: On days off and things that annoy me

I have today off. So far, I have cuddled with my roommate and napped for six hours. I haven't cleaned the house or my room, I haven't done any more grad school research and I haven't eaten.

I have been thinking about things that annoy me. Ready?

1) Motherfuckers who aim to instill confidence only to immediately break trust when they've gleaned even an iota of goddamn gossip. Bitch, it wasn't even good gossip.

2)STINGY TIPPERS. Do you realize how much work goes into your food? This isn't fucking McDonalds,kids, we're not fucking drones. We all have rent to pay and we've all been on our feet for 5 fucking hours (At least) and we certainly do not want to bring you ANOTHER side of ranch but we WILL because we're chill like that and we're hoping for 20%. Now I see why Spain included the fucking tip, why leave this bullshit to chance.

3)Sober people. I don't mean all the time, obviously, there are times when I love sober people, there are even times when I AM a sober person. BUT, sober people when you are slightly or extremely intoxicated are just annoying - these are the same people who the next day are like HEY, do you remember when you fell of the barstool into the emu? FU.

Day Sixty-Nine: When is drunk too drunk?

The answer: when other people have to take care of you.

Day Sixty-Eight: On game days

Today is not a game day, not here anyway. Game days: days in which the Huskies are home and play anyone of the the other NCAA football teams; see also, days in which every employee at work commences running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Tomorrow? Game day. For the first time I will be serving instead of hostessing. At least I'm not stressed, you know, at all. Ha.

Day Sixty-Seven: Uh.

Welp, definitely woke up drunk today after a night of . . . shenanigans. Work was . . . fun?

Day Sixty-Six: That's All Folks!

You know what I did yesterday? I watched cartoons. With my roommates. With candy. And chips. And diet Coke. For serious, it was amazing. So. Much. Fun.

Daffy and Donald and Daisy. Foghorn Leghorn and Bugs. Sylvester, Tweety and ICABOD CRANE - holy shit, do you guys remember how terrifying that cartoon was as a child? It was scary even last night, surrounded by friends and TWENTY-TWO YEARS of knowing it isn't true - no wonder my eight year old self almost peed herself over that film.


ALSO, Mr.Seventy-Five and retired, being old does not give you the right to be creepy and tipping me well does not afford you the privilege of hitting on me. Gross, dude.

Day Sixty-Five: Off my game

I know, I KNOW. All of my posts have been work-related lately. Today's post was going to be too, I was going to go on and on and on about low-tip percentages and my aching back and the fact that I just can't seem to remember everything on my to-do list no matter how many times I check it. I was. Instead I give you: Listening.

I am listening to Mason Jennings a lot lately. I especially like his Darkness Between Fireflies annnnnnnd don't give me that 'of course you like him, you're a girl' bullshit. I like him because he has an odd voice and cool lyrics and if being a girl means I get to like cool ass dudes like Jennings than I'm glad I got the vag, kids.

This is not the song that I usually listen to on my walk to work (WORK!) but the music video is super legit (yes, I talk like that) and so I lend it to you:

Day Sixty-Four: Annnnnd, we're back.

Back to work that is.

You know what I like about work? My coworkers are crossword people and crossword people? We just get it. We know that it's never slow when you have a Shortz clue to figure out. There is never a customer mean enough or stingy enough to make my crossword less than perfectly enjoyable. Thank you, NY Times, thank you.

Day Sixty-Three: Hangover anyone?

UN RESACA BEYATCHES. I have one. Ugh.

Today is my only day off, ever, in the history of ever. I exaggerate, not. I'm going to live it up by nursing my hungover self with coffee and a little Lia-reconnection. Pretty flipping excited, yo.

Day Sixty-Two: Legit

I was supposed to be "hosting" tonight but I ended up full-on serving. I can't seem to get used to the fact that waitressing is unpredictable. One day you'll have a line out the door and round the block and the next you'll have one table and six bored-to-tears staffers. Odd.

Now, I drink.