Long over due update!
So I got hired at the local Texas Roadhouse. I have my orientation tomorrow!! And thank God/ddess because I wasn't too sure that I would be unable to restrain myself and not walk out in the middle of a shift at OG. Sunday I picked up a dinner shift, meaning I worked a split. Well we ran out of chicken, the manager was trying to not give me a break. Glad I hate the place and can put my foot down and open my bitchy mouth. He gave me a break. So I come back on and have to deal with telling people that we are out of chicken (which the two new promo entrees are...). Didn't go over well. We were slow, b/c word has gotten out that we SUCK! Finally the South side of the store gets cut and sent home. Thhirty minutes later, I haven't been cut. I also haven't had anyone in my section for 20 minutes. So I kindly go to the manager and remind him I was a split, the South people got to go home - and a lot of them were dinner only - and my section has been empty for over 20 minutes now. He said he would go up front. 15 minutes later, I'm not cut and getting tables. I fucking gave them away. I was so pissed off. And he continued to refuse to cut me. I walked out of there just before close at 10. I got there at Noon. With a measely 30 minute break I had to fight for. That was really the last straw and I am so glad that I have orientation with Roadhouse before I go back to OG. I put my two weeks notice in last Wenesday after I got hired and my manager found it and came rearing up my ass.... "WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS MEL?!" After explainging that I am tired of not eating b/c I have to put all my money to rent which I have been late on now b/c they can't get their act together here that I have to move on. "No, I'm not going to accept this. Not doing it." Like he has some choice! Oh well. I guess after talking my damn ear off for TWO FUCKING HOURS, and a lot of Xanex, he offered me a shift or two a week, so I could work over there and "see how it works out". I'm sure it will be fine. But I am keeping that to myself. He even wanted me to come to one of the trainer meetings. See, he wants to keep me. But I want to keep my apartment, my car, and put more than one meal (at best) in my mouth a day. We'll see....
School has been keeping me busy. I have a 95 currently. My final project is due today. I have a big part of it done. I haven't been sleeping so I am considering taking a nap (since the fucking Ambien CR has given me the headache from hell. I hate that shit) so I actually have energy to finish the damn thing and get a good grade.
I had another round of cortizone injections on the 30th. They were pretty bad. But a week and a half later I can honestly say I feel better. Thank God. I was begining to wonder if I ever would after that accident. So now I can actually exercize and not worry about being in excruciating pain! And loose all this FUCKING weight that I have gained becuase of the accident. Bye bye fat and stretch marks! I want my body back!
I went to Victoria's Secret yesterday. And I have always been between a B and a C cup. But the girls seem to be on one of their growth spurts, and are filling out. So I tried on a C, and it fit PERFECT. No in between size anymore! Now if I can will them to between a C and a D....
Tomorrow is Rasputina and Primus. Great thing Mike and I have been fighting for 3 weeks now I swear. The concert hall is just off the fucking mall in DC. I bloody hate driving in DC!! It is the fucking worst. NYC is nothing compared to DC. Crazy Texas drivers - of which I am one (I learned to drive on 35 in rush hour traffic in the rain or my mum wouldn't let me get my lisence) - look tame - even the Grannies in Caddilacs speeding down the Tollroad. Mike drove last time for the Tori Amos meet and greet so now "It's your turn bitch! I got the tickets last time for not knowing what the hell I was doign!" Let me tell you. I am so looking forward to this.
Why couldn't they play in Baltimore?! Oh well, the seats are AMAZING - 6 row center Orch. So despite the awful DC traffic, we should be fine. Plus I'm excited to wear my new Steve Madden shoes. 
Ok, now I have to go work on my final. Enough of the procrastionation.
So I got hired at the local Texas Roadhouse. I have my orientation tomorrow!! And thank God/ddess because I wasn't too sure that I would be unable to restrain myself and not walk out in the middle of a shift at OG. Sunday I picked up a dinner shift, meaning I worked a split. Well we ran out of chicken, the manager was trying to not give me a break. Glad I hate the place and can put my foot down and open my bitchy mouth. He gave me a break. So I come back on and have to deal with telling people that we are out of chicken (which the two new promo entrees are...). Didn't go over well. We were slow, b/c word has gotten out that we SUCK! Finally the South side of the store gets cut and sent home. Thhirty minutes later, I haven't been cut. I also haven't had anyone in my section for 20 minutes. So I kindly go to the manager and remind him I was a split, the South people got to go home - and a lot of them were dinner only - and my section has been empty for over 20 minutes now. He said he would go up front. 15 minutes later, I'm not cut and getting tables. I fucking gave them away. I was so pissed off. And he continued to refuse to cut me. I walked out of there just before close at 10. I got there at Noon. With a measely 30 minute break I had to fight for. That was really the last straw and I am so glad that I have orientation with Roadhouse before I go back to OG. I put my two weeks notice in last Wenesday after I got hired and my manager found it and came rearing up my ass.... "WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS MEL?!" After explainging that I am tired of not eating b/c I have to put all my money to rent which I have been late on now b/c they can't get their act together here that I have to move on. "No, I'm not going to accept this. Not doing it." Like he has some choice! Oh well. I guess after talking my damn ear off for TWO FUCKING HOURS, and a lot of Xanex, he offered me a shift or two a week, so I could work over there and "see how it works out". I'm sure it will be fine. But I am keeping that to myself. He even wanted me to come to one of the trainer meetings. See, he wants to keep me. But I want to keep my apartment, my car, and put more than one meal (at best) in my mouth a day. We'll see....
School has been keeping me busy. I have a 95 currently. My final project is due today. I have a big part of it done. I haven't been sleeping so I am considering taking a nap (since the fucking Ambien CR has given me the headache from hell. I hate that shit) so I actually have energy to finish the damn thing and get a good grade.
I had another round of cortizone injections on the 30th. They were pretty bad. But a week and a half later I can honestly say I feel better. Thank God. I was begining to wonder if I ever would after that accident. So now I can actually exercize and not worry about being in excruciating pain! And loose all this FUCKING weight that I have gained becuase of the accident. Bye bye fat and stretch marks! I want my body back!
I went to Victoria's Secret yesterday. And I have always been between a B and a C cup. But the girls seem to be on one of their growth spurts, and are filling out. So I tried on a C, and it fit PERFECT. No in between size anymore! Now if I can will them to between a C and a D....
Tomorrow is Rasputina and Primus. Great thing Mike and I have been fighting for 3 weeks now I swear. The concert hall is just off the fucking mall in DC. I bloody hate driving in DC!! It is the fucking worst. NYC is nothing compared to DC. Crazy Texas drivers - of which I am one (I learned to drive on 35 in rush hour traffic in the rain or my mum wouldn't let me get my lisence) - look tame - even the Grannies in Caddilacs speeding down the Tollroad. Mike drove last time for the Tori Amos meet and greet so now "It's your turn bitch! I got the tickets last time for not knowing what the hell I was doign!" Let me tell you. I am so looking forward to this.
Why couldn't they play in Baltimore?! Oh well, the seats are AMAZING - 6 row center Orch. So despite the awful DC traffic, we should be fine. Plus I'm excited to wear my new Steve Madden shoes.
Ok, now I have to go work on my final. Enough of the procrastionation.