Had a fun pre-birthday party tonight. I told everyone that it wasn't really my birthday (until July 6th). Luckily, nobody seemed to mind, due to the fact that everyone was enjoying our posse and the music. Some of the guys that came out won't be here when my real birthday rolls around anyways, so it was a nice way to celebrate with them before they disappear.
I'm so awkward sometimes. At one point I was dancing too close to a group of girls. I think they started to wonder why this random guy in brown cords (read: Me!) was dancing with them. Perhaps it was just paranoia, but I thought I noticed some weird sideways glances between them, so I decided to back off completely. I've noticed so many guys are so forward, practically grabbing and groping whatever they can on the dance floor. I'm the complete opposite though... content to dancing by myself until a mutual smile or invitation pulls me into contact with someone. There was no mutual communication between us at all however, and so I returned to my friends in a momentary panic.
I also noticed tonight that I'm having to deal with the "X" in an odd way again. The first couple of times I went out completely straight, I would always get asked to buy or sell drugs. It always bothered me, since going out completely clean and sober seemed to somehow attract even more of this unwanted attention. However, I have a feeling that part of it is because I carry a water bottle (and/or I have the "X" on the back of my hand). Some people must assume that I'm high on something (like eXtacy?). I guess my love of dancing doesn't help the situation much either.
So, if I ever have the option, I will always try to get a glass of water instead of a water bottle. Then at least I don't look like such a raver. And other than that, I can only hope that my sincerity is believable.
[ Oh wow, the suns coming up. ]
My roommate got pretty drunk tonight though. He came out, along with our new Kitchen Leader and visiting trainer/chef. Oh, and the old chef (who recently quit) came out too. The group of leaders was fun to have out... when they weren't talking business that is...
My roommates girlfriend sat with me at our apartment after he passed out, and we talked for a long time. We talked about why I've given up drinking/drugs/smoking, meat, etc. Why we want to be what we want to be... where we're going... One of those "this is where I stand, and that's where I'm going to be" sort of conversations.
And then she went to bed, and I felt compelled to write about it all here!
The only thing I didnt tell her (or most people from the restaurant yet) is that I dont think I am going to stay there very much longer. Im getting my resume ready and I plan to use the time between my split shifts to see what else I can find. Im not going to leave them without due notice, and Im not going to leave until I find something else solid
But I know that Im on my way out. I just cant talk business the way they can or I *wont* talk business the way they do. I won't center my life around that restaurant.
Im going to be tired in the morning.
Wait, it is morning
I'm so awkward sometimes. At one point I was dancing too close to a group of girls. I think they started to wonder why this random guy in brown cords (read: Me!) was dancing with them. Perhaps it was just paranoia, but I thought I noticed some weird sideways glances between them, so I decided to back off completely. I've noticed so many guys are so forward, practically grabbing and groping whatever they can on the dance floor. I'm the complete opposite though... content to dancing by myself until a mutual smile or invitation pulls me into contact with someone. There was no mutual communication between us at all however, and so I returned to my friends in a momentary panic.
I also noticed tonight that I'm having to deal with the "X" in an odd way again. The first couple of times I went out completely straight, I would always get asked to buy or sell drugs. It always bothered me, since going out completely clean and sober seemed to somehow attract even more of this unwanted attention. However, I have a feeling that part of it is because I carry a water bottle (and/or I have the "X" on the back of my hand). Some people must assume that I'm high on something (like eXtacy?). I guess my love of dancing doesn't help the situation much either.
So, if I ever have the option, I will always try to get a glass of water instead of a water bottle. Then at least I don't look like such a raver. And other than that, I can only hope that my sincerity is believable.
[ Oh wow, the suns coming up. ]
My roommate got pretty drunk tonight though. He came out, along with our new Kitchen Leader and visiting trainer/chef. Oh, and the old chef (who recently quit) came out too. The group of leaders was fun to have out... when they weren't talking business that is...
My roommates girlfriend sat with me at our apartment after he passed out, and we talked for a long time. We talked about why I've given up drinking/drugs/smoking, meat, etc. Why we want to be what we want to be... where we're going... One of those "this is where I stand, and that's where I'm going to be" sort of conversations.
And then she went to bed, and I felt compelled to write about it all here!
The only thing I didnt tell her (or most people from the restaurant yet) is that I dont think I am going to stay there very much longer. Im getting my resume ready and I plan to use the time between my split shifts to see what else I can find. Im not going to leave them without due notice, and Im not going to leave until I find something else solid
But I know that Im on my way out. I just cant talk business the way they can or I *wont* talk business the way they do. I won't center my life around that restaurant.
Im going to be tired in the morning.
Wait, it is morning
My weekend is always Wednesday and Thursday. My shifts at the bookstore are all the same, because not only am I a bookseller, I am also the music buyer's assistant. So my job is to cover the time that he's not in the store, which is primarily evenings, and then he gets Sundays and Mondays off, so I work solely in the music department those days.
I really hope that I get this job. I enjoy the people that I work with at the bookstore, but I really need more money. One entire paycheque every month gets put towards my government and credit union student loans. Then I pay rent (shared, of course), and utilities and groceries and then I have a little spending money. But it's not much, doesn't leave much for going out or socializing or other such non-essential things. But I like non-essentials like cds, books & other stuff, so it's difficult for me.
Sounds like you had an interesting night/morning. I wouldn't feel too bad about the dancing girls, what with clubs being like meat markets, I'm sure they're just on their guard, no matter who approaches.
The job I applied for wasn't totally blind, they were hiring for a specific position. I will also submit a resume into the general hiring scrum a bit later.
I love getting new to me furniture! I have so much fun decorating, I wish I could do more. We got a free bed from my grandparents recently (it was only 2 years old and pretty much in mint condition), and we also got a free couch for our living room a few months back (we had nothing but a motley assortment of chairs for about 8 months or so).