My mom bought me a cook book full of recipes that require only four ingredients. I'd almost forgotten about it because I used to just make shit up, but now that I'm on a budget I've found that meals with four ingredients are pretty damn economical. And they're hard to screw up, too. Last night I had sherry chicken. Six chicken breasts, half a cup of cooking sherry, one and a third cup of sour cream, and a can of cream of mushroom soup. You mix the liquid ingredients together into a sauce and pour it over the chickens, then bake the whole damn thing at 350 degrees for an hour. And let me add, huzzah for leftovers! I am a little tired of chicken now, but fuck it.
I woke at 5 AM this morning and started doing laundry. The only clothes I need for work are a pair of black pants and a white shirt. Turns out I have only one pair of black pants that I don't mind fucking up, and about four white shirts. I had been washing my pants in the dishwasher, which might sound really bizarre, but they always came out springtime fresh. Anyway, I had to wash a bunch of other shit, too, and I'd gotten loaded last night so I figured I would wake up early and wash my clothes. Which I did,
Got to work only to find out that on the busiest two days of the week, (Saturday and Sunday), I was going to have to work alone because the other busser quit because she was pregnant. Goddamn cunt. I understand that she shouldn't do something like bus tables while she's pregnant, but Christ Almighty the diner was full all day and I was stuck doing everything by myself. The waitresses, sweethearts that they are, did their best to make things easy on me, but it was like trying to tear down a mountain one grain of sand at a time. For a few hours I just kept my head down and worked, and it was alright. Then the manager showed up, and everything just turned to shit. Apparently I don't amaze him anymore, which means he treats me like a regular member of the crew. Which is to say, he treats me like dirt. The first thing he says to me when he walks into is "Did you sweep the front?" Up to that I'd been up to my neck in dishes and garbage and other nasty things; of course I hadn't swept the front, and I told him as much. He kind of drops his head like he's disappointed and says "If you want to keep your jpb, you'd better get your shit together and take of things. You should have had that taken care of when you first came in." Whe you're working for three hours straight washing dishes and hauling garbage, you're not in much of a mood to take shit from anyone, which is why I responded "Am I about to lose my job? Cause if I am, I'll stop busting my ass for 5.75 and you can handle all this shit yourself." I'm still kind of curious about whether I'm supposed to come back tomorrow. The manager really wasn't speaking to me when I left, but there's no one else to do it, and he sure as hell won't.
I ran home when my shift finished, changed clothes, drank a can of Sonrisa, (which sounds pretty good right about now), and drove to campus. I got to spend the next 45 running around the campus paying bills and returning movies to the UGL. I got some new items that'll last till Tuesday (and no, it's not a reference to the band) and I'll write up some reviews when I get done watching them. Then I put myself through some intense cycling; strangest thing, but even after a shft of work and not enough sleep, it still doesn't feel tough enough. As I was walking down the drag, I saw a couple of places that were hiring, so I stopped and placed some apps. Dear god in heaven let me get one of those jobs.
My next day off I have to drive to SA and see Frank. Then, for some reason I can't understand, he's going to come spend a few days in Austin. I thought he was just going to come to Austin, but I'm also comitted to hanging out with him in SA. Probably for slam poetry night. Or maybe he has a present for me that he can't move by car. That would be nice. Whatever it is, it'll be nice to see him.
On a completely unrelated note, my goal during my time here at SG is for my journal to be regularly read and commented upon. If I can accomplish that, I can leave SG a satisfied man.
I woke at 5 AM this morning and started doing laundry. The only clothes I need for work are a pair of black pants and a white shirt. Turns out I have only one pair of black pants that I don't mind fucking up, and about four white shirts. I had been washing my pants in the dishwasher, which might sound really bizarre, but they always came out springtime fresh. Anyway, I had to wash a bunch of other shit, too, and I'd gotten loaded last night so I figured I would wake up early and wash my clothes. Which I did,
Got to work only to find out that on the busiest two days of the week, (Saturday and Sunday), I was going to have to work alone because the other busser quit because she was pregnant. Goddamn cunt. I understand that she shouldn't do something like bus tables while she's pregnant, but Christ Almighty the diner was full all day and I was stuck doing everything by myself. The waitresses, sweethearts that they are, did their best to make things easy on me, but it was like trying to tear down a mountain one grain of sand at a time. For a few hours I just kept my head down and worked, and it was alright. Then the manager showed up, and everything just turned to shit. Apparently I don't amaze him anymore, which means he treats me like a regular member of the crew. Which is to say, he treats me like dirt. The first thing he says to me when he walks into is "Did you sweep the front?" Up to that I'd been up to my neck in dishes and garbage and other nasty things; of course I hadn't swept the front, and I told him as much. He kind of drops his head like he's disappointed and says "If you want to keep your jpb, you'd better get your shit together and take of things. You should have had that taken care of when you first came in." Whe you're working for three hours straight washing dishes and hauling garbage, you're not in much of a mood to take shit from anyone, which is why I responded "Am I about to lose my job? Cause if I am, I'll stop busting my ass for 5.75 and you can handle all this shit yourself." I'm still kind of curious about whether I'm supposed to come back tomorrow. The manager really wasn't speaking to me when I left, but there's no one else to do it, and he sure as hell won't.
I ran home when my shift finished, changed clothes, drank a can of Sonrisa, (which sounds pretty good right about now), and drove to campus. I got to spend the next 45 running around the campus paying bills and returning movies to the UGL. I got some new items that'll last till Tuesday (and no, it's not a reference to the band) and I'll write up some reviews when I get done watching them. Then I put myself through some intense cycling; strangest thing, but even after a shft of work and not enough sleep, it still doesn't feel tough enough. As I was walking down the drag, I saw a couple of places that were hiring, so I stopped and placed some apps. Dear god in heaven let me get one of those jobs.
My next day off I have to drive to SA and see Frank. Then, for some reason I can't understand, he's going to come spend a few days in Austin. I thought he was just going to come to Austin, but I'm also comitted to hanging out with him in SA. Probably for slam poetry night. Or maybe he has a present for me that he can't move by car. That would be nice. Whatever it is, it'll be nice to see him.
On a completely unrelated note, my goal during my time here at SG is for my journal to be regularly read and commented upon. If I can accomplish that, I can leave SG a satisfied man.
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sheena:
a lot of.
kinkerbelle:
^ I agree with Variety. 
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