No news is good news... and laziness
Lots on the go and never time to update this thing
On a cool note, an English chicka I met in Australia
Lots on the go and never time to update this thing
On a cool note, an English chicka I met in Australia
The days of servitude have begun.... and it sucks! I don't know, maybe its cause I'm not telling my tables that I'm new, but the one time I did it made no difference, the guy who didn't like me still stiffed me. Today joy of joys, I worked at 12, but only got three tables, all of which left by 1 and none of which tipped close to 15%. The fact that I'm new, maybe understandable, only that I didn't suck for once! Only working two hours isn't really going to pad my paycheck either. I think I need Merle's stamp to use on some of my table's checks.
The only good thing I heard today was about Belinda Stronach moving to the liberals, anything to keep Harper out! I don't want to have another one of those sinking post-election feelings
Current life goal: Watch all of "fear and loathing in Las Vegas"... Saw a bit of it last weekend, it didn't come on until about 2 or something and watched as much as i could before my eyes gave out. Seemed really cool though... the dialogue and narration were so awesome.... Been working like the poor kid I am in the kitchen at Kelseys. The good part being the free food for sure. Turned down the attempts to get me out drinking tonight since showing up to the bar without money tends to suck
A hangover and a mom who keeps her computer in the living room kept me unpacking and not blogging yesterday. To catch up, Saturday night I was hanging out with mother watching some Dick Tracy movie, which was making me laugh in its corniness when the phone rang and it was Parsnip telling me to get ready we were going drinking. The plans called for us to go drink at her boyfriends, where I was promised a less than third wheel good time, he was supposed to be having friends over. Predictably this fell through when his one friend that showed up, left his bar ID at home and Parsnip's bf had his heart set on going to the local scuzzy bar. My standards for a club aren't high, but this bar is always so shitty, but with the choice of two acceptable bars in Brockville, one of which you don't dance at, Buds it was.
Me: "Hey, you look familiar, where might I know you from?" (This was not intended as a pickup line, it actually was bugging me)
Him: "Uh, I dunno"
Me: "Where do you work?"
Him: "I just moved here.."
This conversation went on, until I had interrogated him
Forgive the wizard of Oz reference, terribly bored. Apparently this town takes less than 48 hours to get boring, which to be fair, was more hours than I thought possible. Went with my mom to bottle wine this morning at the ungodly hour of 10am, which I normall only see if I'm still awake or unfortunate enough to have something school related. Had to go see the boss to find out why I have no hours for the next two weeks. Guess calling and asking to get scheduled was too crazy of a request. Ah well, I'm still going to get server training so that is good news. The party first night back wasn't terrible. A few of us came back here to party on after the bar, much to the disappointment of all those trying to sleep here. I thought my room was the quietest choice, apparently not. Ah well, good times.
Home I go, first year is over as of noon tomorrow. Just need to coast through my last exam than it'll be back home drinkin' with the ladies. My computer needs the rest, so into a box it goes. This post is pointless but the blog is somewhat as well. I have so much other stuff I should be doing anyways
A little boy I used to babysit along with his brothers, Ryan Hreljac, way back when, started a foundation called Ryan's Well. His story is amazing and so is the foundation. He's been raising money to build wells in Africa since he was six years old! Check out the site, if you've got some spare coin or even time, why not give a thought to supporting this charity. Hopefully my offer of my spare time won't go unused.