so i just got home from a 14 hour workday. realized i didn't take a lunch or a dinner break.
peeled off my sweaty diner clothes.
cracked open a pbr, lit a cigarette, and sat down in front of the computer in my bra and panties.
*exhales*
damn, that feels good.
the diner i work at is a 5 minute walk from my house, up a street lined with little stores and cafes. i was rushing from my day job to the diner this afternoon, dressed in the requisite diner uniform (black pants, white dress shirt, black vest, tie, black bandanna to keep hair out of food), when i walked past a group of white guys who were trying to look all hard and thugged out, despite the fact that they were clearly upper middle class, spoiled suburban douche bags. as i'm walking past, they all go silent- which i'm used to, usually at that point i hear something like, "oy yey, mamacita, hi mami".
but once i get past them, one or two let out a snicker, and i hear one guy mumble, "she got a nasty ass."
i was totally shocked. i think the last time a group of meatheads made fun of me was oh, back in tenth grade? not to mention the fact that i know there is absolutely nothing wrong with my ass, or the rest of my body. it might not be as nice as oh, say megan fox's ass...but i don't get any complaints. and yeah, diner uniform? not exactly runway worthy. but it's clean, it fits, i'm comfortable, and i look presentable for work.
it was clearly some insecure dipshits taking their issues out on me. but of course, the awkward 14 year old inside of me was stung by it.
anyway... *reaches for 2nd pbr*
my face still hurts. i'm starting to think that i have some sort of nerve damage, as the spot that my wisdom tooth used to occupy barely hurts at all- yet my neck, jaw, ear, and head have continual shooting pains even when i am freshly dosed. so back to the hospital tomorrow.
and then tomorrow night, it's dancing at qxt's with my dear future roommate derceto and whoever else decides to show. man, i love waltzing in there at 10 pm on a friday after a long week... bellying up to the bar, having whats his face slide me a drink without me ordering it, hearing/feeling whatever dj ash has playing wash over me, laughing at the urchins on the dance floor...i never meant for it to be a weekly thing, but things just sort of happen sometimes.
ps- i has a secret.
noes, i won't tells yew!
but i are
anyway, there are cookies in the fridge with my name on em. pnom pnom pnom!
peeled off my sweaty diner clothes.
cracked open a pbr, lit a cigarette, and sat down in front of the computer in my bra and panties.
*exhales*
damn, that feels good.
the diner i work at is a 5 minute walk from my house, up a street lined with little stores and cafes. i was rushing from my day job to the diner this afternoon, dressed in the requisite diner uniform (black pants, white dress shirt, black vest, tie, black bandanna to keep hair out of food), when i walked past a group of white guys who were trying to look all hard and thugged out, despite the fact that they were clearly upper middle class, spoiled suburban douche bags. as i'm walking past, they all go silent- which i'm used to, usually at that point i hear something like, "oy yey, mamacita, hi mami".
but once i get past them, one or two let out a snicker, and i hear one guy mumble, "she got a nasty ass."
i was totally shocked. i think the last time a group of meatheads made fun of me was oh, back in tenth grade? not to mention the fact that i know there is absolutely nothing wrong with my ass, or the rest of my body. it might not be as nice as oh, say megan fox's ass...but i don't get any complaints. and yeah, diner uniform? not exactly runway worthy. but it's clean, it fits, i'm comfortable, and i look presentable for work.
it was clearly some insecure dipshits taking their issues out on me. but of course, the awkward 14 year old inside of me was stung by it.
anyway... *reaches for 2nd pbr*
my face still hurts. i'm starting to think that i have some sort of nerve damage, as the spot that my wisdom tooth used to occupy barely hurts at all- yet my neck, jaw, ear, and head have continual shooting pains even when i am freshly dosed. so back to the hospital tomorrow.
and then tomorrow night, it's dancing at qxt's with my dear future roommate derceto and whoever else decides to show. man, i love waltzing in there at 10 pm on a friday after a long week... bellying up to the bar, having whats his face slide me a drink without me ordering it, hearing/feeling whatever dj ash has playing wash over me, laughing at the urchins on the dance floor...i never meant for it to be a weekly thing, but things just sort of happen sometimes.
ps- i has a secret.
noes, i won't tells yew!
but i are
anyway, there are cookies in the fridge with my name on em. pnom pnom pnom!
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is this secret you mention the one i might know about? cause if not you better tell me sister...damn we work too much, i miss you.
hopefully i'll drag my ass to your diner this weekend...loves and stuff!