WOW
as much as tonight sucked, and by 'sucked' i mean: i could have bailed early due to no business, making my bartender happy at the prospect of making big bucks rather than forcing the servers to be subjected to incessant whining for medicinals that we might provide (?); i could have guaged my customers that i might better predict who had no intention of leaving for the purpose of keeping me at the restaurant 'til closing; i could have chosen not to delude myself into thinking ryan's little visit last night would have any bearing on tonight's itinerary. it would have been easier to not hit the three hour mark in that state of mind with no truck in sight as i smoothed over erst's and scam's tiff as to who shouldn't take the two-top that showed up at 8:15. it's fun to work while others argue. it muffles the deafening crack of my heart snapping in two.
arriving home and invoking my cyber-stalker, i hit my myspace, my vox, my hotmail, his myspace.... a new neighbor submits a comment ironing out some plans for next weekend: "let's hit chateau st. michelle (musician boyfriend appears to be playing one of the winery's myriad venues) the weekend of the 24th! i hope to see you there! you and your lovely kelly are more than welcome! oh my gaish - you two make such a cute couple!"
oh, my gaish
being a mistress just got a whole lot more interesting
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:) i like your blog, but i'm totally lost on how these relationships are put together.. Can i get a chart????
read the subtitle: i only post drunk. that should answer any questions addressing the absolute inscrutability of my posts.
lol
in brief: erst is my narcissistic novelist coworker, scam's my drug-addicted bartender, and ryan's a regular customer who comes in routinely for beer and infrequently for car sex. from me. he's got a girlfriend (whose name appears to be 'kelly') but likes to pretend i don't know, i guess because it ups his game. i was not aware of his status when we first got together. i can't seem to shake him from my heart..
the rest of this post is just esoteric drunken drivel featuring extraneous characters and allusions to the addictions of those whose company i keep. work is interesting this time of year because everyone's out to feed their bank accounts in spite of slowed business, so there's lots of standing around and bickering about monetary entitlement. vive la restaurant industry. i'm so sick of it
thanks for your patience. i really appreciate the support of both my readers...
the game of addiction *the game* the game of addiction *of addiction* you will know about addiction when you play the game of addiction..
spin the dial.
i decided tonight that my ruminations over the past week might necessarily give rise to the idea of experimenting with the concept of myself as a career waitress. i gave the most attentive service that i'm capable of giving, putting customers first in spite of the insurmountable horseshit and kitchen incompetence that is ubiquitous in my place of work. i was gorgeous, i was patient, i was funny, i was self-deprecating. i was left a ten percent tip on a two hundred dollar check. i have never, never, never been left a ten percent tip on a two hundred dollar check.
*spin the wheel* you have chosen to give up your role as a gruff, intimidating, impatient server. short-term loss may ultimately yield long-term revenues. your son wants to play football in two years. should you move to portland?
the game of addiction/sole custodial parenting *of life* the game of addiction/sole custodial parenting *of life* you should learn about addiction/sole custodial parenting before you play the game of life...........
that board game would be serious kick-ass..........