4 Minutes

So all of my girl friends are going to the beach for Spring Break.  I couldn't go because I cannot afford to take off a whole week of work.  Sir Jerkoffalot suggested that we go together and meet them all down there.  I laughed and said yeah right only if you want to pay for it.  

So he said "Okay, I'll pay for the alcohol, the plane ride, your food, everything.  Just give me four minutes of your time."

Ha.Ha.

Four minutes???  He couldn't even romanticize it and make it sound like I could potentially benefit.  I made fun of him saying, he could have at least lied and said 20 minutes, even 30 minutes.  What a moron.

Told the bf about this and he said that maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea, after all it's my body.  I just laughed and told him I'd never let that come near me, not to mention the STD's he might be carrying.  Buh.

My Spring Break is this week, so for the first half, I drove to visit Classy.  A 4.5-5 hour drive total, but I took a break in my home town to visit my mom.  Classy sums up our weekend pretty well in her blog. "Relaxing, staying up too late, shopping, shopping, eating terribly, enjoying this fabulous spring weather, shopping, drinking, shopping."  I couldn't have put it better!  

The 4 days I spent with her and her super bf were quite relaxing, but it is going to be extremely difficult to go back to classes next Monday.  Buh.  Only a month and a half, I keep telling myself--until graduation.  

Wish me luck!

What a week!

This week has been absolutely crazy. I felt so pms-y and I'm not even pms-ing. I've just been really emotional. I've cried twice at work this week, it's ridiculous. The first was because we got some crazy snow and ice and the whole parking lot was covered. I was terrified of driving home because, here, we don't get ice and snow much. Consequently, I've never had to learn to drive in it. So I practically, in tears, begged my manager to go home. The second time was tonight. I was basically told that I wasn't doing a good job of running a wait at the door and that two other bitches could do it better than me. I was really insulted because I'm the best damn host they've got. Boo.

And can we talk about Grey's Anatomy??? I cry every time I watch that show. What. The. Hell. Is that the goal of the writers? What plot can we do to make people bawl? Oh well, I'm addicted and can't stop watching just like, Private Practice, Nip Tuck, Kath and Kim, The Office, and 30 Rock. Whoa. I'm a tv junkie.

Anyway, I ended up working out on Tuesday, but in turn forgot about my work study job in the women's studies department. Oops. Wednesday we got snowed out of class, which is funny because there really wasn't much need to. The workout itself was amazing. Haven't been back since Tuesday. Will try tomorrow.

But in general the week was not as dreadful as I had anticipated, just emotional. Ha.

Tomorrow is my day off from everything. No class. No work. Monday night should be my last night of training and then I will switch to hosting. Probably not immediately and probably not completely, because they need me. I hate that.

GUESS WHO'S BACK????

Sir Jerkoffalot.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I walked up to him and was all like "Weeeelcome back to this hell hole. I thought you were leaving it forever." He tried to act all like, "Ohh.. I didn't really want to come back but it was better blah blah blah." Shut up already. He actually went an entire shift without sexually harassing me, I was quite surprised. I got my hopes up too soon, though. I worked with him tonight. 2 comment about my boobs, 1 request to go make out, and 15 comments about how he loves me. Ridiculous.

So, hopefully more blogging in the days to come, but if this week is anything like last week, then that might not happen. Will life be eternally busy like this? I surely hope not. I'm only 22 and I'm f-ing exhausted!!!

Happy Weekend to you all!

Goodbye Sir Jerkoffalot

Recently I haven't been working with Sir Jerkoffalot. Like the loser that he is, he always gives up his shifts, so I haven't really worked with him lately.

I ran into him on campus Friday. He apparently has a class a room down from my 9:20 class. Hm. Who knew.

I was wearing a hoodie and sweat pants. I had no make-up on. I walked up to him to see what he had been up to (I don't know why) and the whole time I talked to him he managed to stare at my boobs! I was wearing a sports bra underneath that huge hoodie, what was he looking at?! Worthless I tell you. He's worthless. He proceeded to tell me how he quit work and he told them off and blah blah blah. Whatever.

When I went into work tonight he was on the floor chart. I kind of laughed and went to talk to the manager on duty and told him that Sir Jerkoffalot wouldn't be showing up. I told him the story that SJ told me and the manager laughed. That's not how it happened he said.

What a liar. What a loser.

I never have to work with him again. Woo hoo!!

Forizzle?

Is it already the 7th? What the heck happened to August and the other part of my summer. I'm two weeks into school and already I have an entire list of homework crap that I've had to prioritize. I'm supposed to be writing a Sociology paper about Modernity and Tradition--can they survive without each other. I know. You're thinking, "Woo!" So yeah, supposed to be 3-5 pages, will probably be 3. I kind of have to finish it before I go to work tonight, so I'm procrastinating.... that always gets the job done! :)

Thanks for the responses on the gender perception! I totally agree with all 3 of you!! I'm interested in what the rest of my classmates talk about next week when we discuss this topic. If it's anything like the online discussion forum that we've had, the discussion in class will be LAME. Teachers who really know how to direct discussion are few and far between.

Last weekend was the biggest Labor Day fireworks show in the South! Classy, Diva, and I went to stand amongst the crowds for an hour and a half until the big show started! Afterward, we went to the bar that we love and spent too much money. Nothing but pure relaxation.... and some karaoke watching. A few more beverages and I would have been up there singing "No Scrubs" or some other ridiculous song. We had a blast even though I didn't get to participate in the karaoke festivities!

Has anyone heard of someone asking for their chicken mid-rare before????? Well, last night was a first for me. While working, a particular server came up to me to explain how her table, who had an IQ of ZERO combined, asked for their chicken mid-rare. Besides being illegal, she explained how they can't do that because of salmonella. "You mean you can't cook that any other way?" the lady with the southern drawl asked. Um, no. For real??? A. the server told me that she seriously thought she was being Punk'd. People never cease to amaze, ya know?

Off to finish this paper, I suppose I have procrastinated enough and I'm out of stupid stories to tell! Except for this.....

There's this guy at work, not Sir Jerkoffalot, but another guy who used to live with Sir Jerkoffalot. He recently got kicked out of his house and had to move somewhere else, but that's besides the point. He's a complete loser, sells coke, I'm sure of it, and is a whore. For some reason he thinks he can touch any female in the place, which is kind of surprising because everyone thinks that he's quite homosexual (which isn't a bad thing, but this guy can get laid at a snap of a finger and isn't attractive one bit---I don't understand guys like that.) This is the same guy I punched in the throat a few months ago. He told one of my friends that she looked pregnant. Um.. walking up to a girl and rubbing your hand on her belly asking when she's due is sure to get you punched. Okay, I was drunk, so the punch wasn't in the arm like it probably should have been. My inebriated self punched him in the THROAT. Oh he was pissed. At a later drunken date I apologized. Last week I successfully punched him again. This time in the arm. This time no alcohol. Dude grabbed my boob. Yeah. My boob. As quick as he grabbed I punched. He was all, "Roxie, that hurt.. wahhhh", I'm all like, Don't fucking touch me again, Douchebag. Next time it'll be the face. Hopefully, he's learned his lesson. Hopefully.

As I leave you with that story, I hope you all have a fabulous Sunday afternoon. Enjoy the football and think of me while I'm at working bussing tables and attempting to be nice to the people who walk in the front door! :)

Now that we know each other

let's talk.

Why is it that men are perverted ass holes? Obviously, I don't say "men" in the sense of all men. But those men that are perverted ass holes.

I work with one in particular that will not leave me alone. Let's call him Sir Jerkoffalot I've done pretty well to refuse his advances. He has only become more and more hideous to me as he won't give up.

Honestly. I thought he was cute, hot even. I thought he was charming. Aren't they all. But now that I've gotten to know him a little better I understand.

He's a pseudo-macho man. He played baseball in high school (you know those baseball types) and is now 26 years old working in a restaurant hitting on vulnerable early-twenty-somethings. He secretly hits on every girl with boobs and gets them to trust him and like him. Then they find out he is talking to every other girl. Smooth talker I think not.

He wants to have cake and eat it too. He says "I don't want to be in a relationship." Ahh, I get it. You want a fuck-buddy. That's cool. But not me. After numerous times of telling him "No." He still advances. Even after his "girlfriend" shows up at work bringing him food he's persistent.

The girlfriend part is funny. He says he doesn't want a girlfriend remember? Right. Well, what do you call it when you stand in the front of the restaurant and get yelled at by your "non-girlfriend"???? Hahah... I love other people's misfortunes sometimes.

He thinks he's a regular old Rico Suave, but I know his tricks. So why does he continue to try to get some from every girl? Why does he brag about being able to have anyone he wants? Who knows. Maybe he's overcompensating for something. I think that's the case, actually.

I'm sure there will be more on this guy, but there's my rant for today.