I just got home after being at the bar alone and I feel kind of pathetic. Overall I had successful work day and am jazzed that I found someone to work for me tomorrow so that I can everything that I have to do tomorrow done before I go to the shore on Wednesday and then Vermont on Thursday. I honestly thought that tonight was going to be an easy night. We had an early rush and then it just about died. Everyone but the closers got cut and then immediately after around 9:30pm we had a rush. I had a so may people in my section that I had to have people sat in other sections, the same with the other closer, Ant. For an hour it was total bedlam and since I don't smoke I almost lost it and started crying. I am a Purnell though, so instead I sucked it up, stabbed an idiot employee in the hand with a fork and carried on. (I didn't do that middle part, but I really wanted to). It only lasted an hour and I even had the pain in the ass old ladies out and their table cleared before 11pm. While at work I got a call from Produce Junction that someone had found my keys and that I could pick them up tomorrow. I was so elated that I literally ran around the dining room screaming. So now tomorrow I will potentially have my keys. Awesome, pure awesomeness.
When I finally got out of work it was raining. I love the rain. I remember watch the Heath Ledger movie Casanova and one character talked about happiness good weather and how people have different versions of good weather. I've found that I love the rain and that as much I love the sun and warmth, rain and snow storms are my good weather. I literally sat in the rain while I called a friend who told me to call after I got out of work. Instead of hanging out he decided that he needed a night in alone (his version of happiness). I was going to go home, but then at the last minute I decided to go to the bar. I was hoping that my one friend was working, but it seems like everyone else I know is away on vacation. I stayed and had a beer and then decided to head home. I was home before midnight and that beer was just the right amount of whatever I needed. I sang really loud to "Cheers" on my way home and I don't even like that song.
Tomorrow I don;t have to go into work but I do have a bunch of school work that I have to finish tomorrow. I'm going to try and find something away from my apartment to work so that I don't get distracted easily and quit before I'm done. I hoping to finish by late afternoon so that I can spend some time with some friends, though my self-esteem took a hit tonight so I may have to hole up in my bedroom like everyone else I know. My contacts are nasty and I want to get some sleep. I'll let you know how it goes when I get there.
Moral of the story: Even when your friends don't want to hang out with you at least you have someone to find your keys for you.
When I finally got out of work it was raining. I love the rain. I remember watch the Heath Ledger movie Casanova and one character talked about happiness good weather and how people have different versions of good weather. I've found that I love the rain and that as much I love the sun and warmth, rain and snow storms are my good weather. I literally sat in the rain while I called a friend who told me to call after I got out of work. Instead of hanging out he decided that he needed a night in alone (his version of happiness). I was going to go home, but then at the last minute I decided to go to the bar. I was hoping that my one friend was working, but it seems like everyone else I know is away on vacation. I stayed and had a beer and then decided to head home. I was home before midnight and that beer was just the right amount of whatever I needed. I sang really loud to "Cheers" on my way home and I don't even like that song.
Black Sheep, Tommy Boy? Does it really matter.
Tomorrow I don;t have to go into work but I do have a bunch of school work that I have to finish tomorrow. I'm going to try and find something away from my apartment to work so that I don't get distracted easily and quit before I'm done. I hoping to finish by late afternoon so that I can spend some time with some friends, though my self-esteem took a hit tonight so I may have to hole up in my bedroom like everyone else I know. My contacts are nasty and I want to get some sleep. I'll let you know how it goes when I get there.
Moral of the story: Even when your friends don't want to hang out with you at least you have someone to find your keys for you.
