ragingred

The television is on mute. I can't stand daytime television.

I just made myself a cup of chai tea which, I am hoping, will lift my spirits before i head off to the job. After re-reading my first journal entry, I can't help but notice how angry I sound about serving the public. I do enjoy my job most of the time, it's only when you go through a few weeks of debauchery and dilemma(s) on the part of the clientele that you just wanna run when you hear the words, "What kin ah git fer ya"? No, I am not from the south nor do I possess a southern accent...it's just that typical pub waitress drawl .

The chai tea is actually better than I thought it would be.

Both of my babies are sleeping...lots of snoring going on. If you could only imagine fat little pugs sprawled out on the couch with tiny, little ZZZZZ's arched over their heads.

I bought some nailpolish today, but am wondering if "the Boss" would find it too offensive and dark for his establishment. I wonder if he finds me offensive? I am the black ball of the entire show.

Finally, I have contacted SG photographer Shazzy to do some pics for me, but am sttressed as to whether I should apply to become an SG? Getting mixed feedback from friends and have not yet confronted BF with the possibility of such an endeavor.

Any words of wisdom for a Science major who cannot work a computer?


Thanks
RR