Dark Horse Training, Ninth Night
Last night was good. I worked with Dark Mike and Dark Dan, closing with the latter. I finally got to talk a bit to the other waitresses, Dark Katie and Dark Lindsey and they're both pretty cool. The orders were steady without us getting slammed. After work, Dan and I had a beer at the bar and hung out with Dark Lindsey and Dark Jamie, the head of security. Then Dan and I walked home, picked up some beer on the way home, and got drunk sitting in my courtyard. A good night.
My Permit and Wyspurr's Car
One step forward, two steps back. I started this day with my father and my brother taking me to the DMV to attempt to get my learner's permit as a step towards getting my driver's license. I was hung over, only had two hours of sleep, and hadn't had any time to study. I was nervous as hell though too tired and groggy to have the energy to be too anxious about the whole affair. As it happened, though, I passed the test with flying colors. Strangely, it was after I found out that I passed that I had a minor panic attack. I now have my learner's permit, though, so I'll call it progress.
I was feeling pretty good about the day until I took a nap and woke up to find that Destiny had managed to completely tear off the keyboard holder off my desk. Granted, it was already broken so it didn't take much effort and was no doubt completely unintentional, but she wasn't supposed to be messing around my desk in the first place. So, I ground her for the day and she becomes as irritating as can be arguing and whining about being punished until I eventually sent her to her room.
Then I get the call from Wyspurr. She's broke down again. My dad is on his way there right now to see if he can help and at the least rescue her from being stranded. This pretty much fucks our plans for the evening, which was to go to the SGATLiens' get together. It also screws my plans of picking up my first Dark Horse Tavern paycheck, getting it cashed and doing a little shopping. Worst of all, though, is that if it's not easily fixed that means we're carless again and I am so not thrilled at that prospect with as difficult as life has been lately as it is with the new job.
Not happy. Stressed. Need reliable car. Need reliable childcare. Need laid more. Stress, stress, stress.
Last night was good. I worked with Dark Mike and Dark Dan, closing with the latter. I finally got to talk a bit to the other waitresses, Dark Katie and Dark Lindsey and they're both pretty cool. The orders were steady without us getting slammed. After work, Dan and I had a beer at the bar and hung out with Dark Lindsey and Dark Jamie, the head of security. Then Dan and I walked home, picked up some beer on the way home, and got drunk sitting in my courtyard. A good night.
My Permit and Wyspurr's Car
One step forward, two steps back. I started this day with my father and my brother taking me to the DMV to attempt to get my learner's permit as a step towards getting my driver's license. I was hung over, only had two hours of sleep, and hadn't had any time to study. I was nervous as hell though too tired and groggy to have the energy to be too anxious about the whole affair. As it happened, though, I passed the test with flying colors. Strangely, it was after I found out that I passed that I had a minor panic attack. I now have my learner's permit, though, so I'll call it progress.
I was feeling pretty good about the day until I took a nap and woke up to find that Destiny had managed to completely tear off the keyboard holder off my desk. Granted, it was already broken so it didn't take much effort and was no doubt completely unintentional, but she wasn't supposed to be messing around my desk in the first place. So, I ground her for the day and she becomes as irritating as can be arguing and whining about being punished until I eventually sent her to her room.
Then I get the call from Wyspurr. She's broke down again. My dad is on his way there right now to see if he can help and at the least rescue her from being stranded. This pretty much fucks our plans for the evening, which was to go to the SGATLiens' get together. It also screws my plans of picking up my first Dark Horse Tavern paycheck, getting it cashed and doing a little shopping. Worst of all, though, is that if it's not easily fixed that means we're carless again and I am so not thrilled at that prospect with as difficult as life has been lately as it is with the new job.
Not happy. Stressed. Need reliable car. Need reliable childcare. Need laid more. Stress, stress, stress.