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!

Slightly overwhelmed...

Have I mentioned that life is kicking my ass right now? The sickness that I have is an obvious reason, but why is it that I dread this upcoming week? Probably because I have to spend 4 nights of it at a restaurant that runs horribly, but I stay because it makes me stable financially. I wish I could go to school without having to worry about work, but such is life. Sadly it's not even the school work that's overwhelming! I'm loving it. Also, the numbers on the scale have gone up and I'm trying to figure out how a trip to the gym will fit in my ridiculous schedule.

Tomorrow I'm on campus from 10:00a until 7:00p with a couple of hours in between. The workout could potentially happen between one of my classes, which is probably how that's going to work, but by the time I get home, I'm exhausted. Last Monday I was asleep by 10:30, which is early for me. It's sad that 10:20 is early. On a normal night, when I have to work until 12:30, I'm not in bed until 2:30 sometimes 3:00.

It's those extra pounds that are my motivation to get to the gym, but I keep asking myself, "What's it gonna take?" I'm only blaming myself, but I constantly have excuses. The main one being my exhaustion. I know, getting to the gym will energize me and will be fulfilling in so many ways, but again, it's getting there.

Feeling better sinus infection-wise, but definitely not 100%. I read something today that said when you have a sinus infection, sometimes it helps to work out--it clears your head. I don't work tomorrow night, so that's relieving, but for some reason it's knowing at the end of the week, there isn't relaxation like everyone else gets on the weekend. It's only chaos and stress because hostesses get shat on. Funny how they control the business out front and are the face of the restaurant, but they get some much crap from servers. Still two more training sessions to go till I can be a server.

So, in closing my late night pity party, wish me luck this week.

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Now playing: Ben Harper - Don't Take That Attitude To Your Grave
via FoxyTunes

Buh.

Plague round 50 million. When I was sick a little while ago, I didn't go to the doctor. I self medicated on Mucinex, I got better eventually. But this shit is back. I was terrified that I had strep because people at work have been getting it, so I went to the Student Health Clinic on campus today. Lo and behold. I have a sinus infection. So, the nurse prescribed an antibiotic, and suggested to continue my use of Mucinex on top on Sudafed. Exciting. No work for me tonight. I've been in bed since 2:00 this afternoon and I'm starting to get bored, but the rest of my house is cold. We keep the thermostat on 68 degrees, brrrr.

Fun stories from work?

We hired this new host who happens to be pregnant. No big deal except for the fact that she thought she had to hide it. We could talk about a couple different things here, but first and foremost the fact that she feared she wouldn't be hired. I assured her that they couldn't refuse to hire on that basis, but the truth is, they can. They don't have to give her a reason, but the sad truth is that it happens all the time. She gets a little more fascinating than this, though.

The baby's daddy is in jail and she has a restraining order against him. I found this out from my new honest friend because the "baby daddy's" brother came into the bar. Ohh.. it gets better. She tells me all this and then she says, "I need a cigarette." Really? You? Wow. I looked at her with the sort of look that any normal human being would give her given the affects smoking has on babies. She says, "I know, I know, people keep telling me that I shouldn't, but I don't care."

The kicker here is that she doesn't just smoke, she takes pills and drinks. And brags about it. BRAGS. So, when she tells me that she's 4 months along and she thinks that she's having contractions, I just kind of look at her funny, because #1 I don't know enough to know if that's possible this early in her pregnancy and #2 because my first hunch is maybe the stuff you're putting in your body is BAD. Hmm..

Get this, though. Her new bf is a line cook who's on work release with the jail. Also, the word is that he's also an informant for the cops to lessen his time in jail. Informant for what? Drugs. If you've ever worked in a restaurant, you know what I'm talking about. What's he in jail for? $10,000 in back pay for child support! He's definitely a winner.

Where do these people come from?

Slacker McSlacker

So, I absolutely love my classes this semester but between them and work plus my student worker job, they completely consume my life. I have noticed a definite lack in time to sit and watch a million Law and Order episodes. Most of my classes are upper level classes which is the challenge I've been looking for. Last semester I took a lot of freshman levels that I needed to get out of the way and I was miserable. My mind was not challenged--one of the many reasons I'm ready for grad-school. However, out of all of my semesters in school, this is the most organized. I've already put all of my assignments and readings on a huge wall calendar and highlighted the days that something is due. I'm pretty proud of myself.

So that part of my life is organized, but now the cleanliness of my house is going down the shitter. The BF is probably not happy, but he graduated last semester, so he can't say anything.

I'm 2 training days away from officially becoming a server even though my manager was desperate last week and let me serve a little. So look forward to the stories to come!!

I love other people's 21st birthdays

Ha. Well, tonight.. at midnight.. was a girl that i work with's birthday (yes, I know that sentence doesn't make any sense.)  Either way, I managed to get 2 drinks bought for me and I didn't even have cleavage showing!  So, a little intoxicated, here i am, blogging.

Christmas was fantastic.  Much needed time was spent with my madre and Classy.  Two nights "out on the town" one of which was an awful night at Hooters that I will later blog about.  

New Years was fun....until I drank wine, light beer, dark beer, and then Jager...and then...passed the F out.  As always, I rock at the alcohol choices.  My mother always asks me, "When will you learn?"  One day.. when someone isn't successful in convincing me that taking ANOTHER shot is a good idea, then maybe i'll learn! 

Happy Freaking New Years, though.

I start my last semester of my undergraduate career on the 15th, so I'll be living it up until then.  After that, it's back to the grind, unfortunately.

Love ya'll

Bad Blogger Bad.

Oh man. I'm so sorry. Life has been crazy.

California was f-ing amazing. Without it, I'm not sure I would have made it through dead week and finals.  Either way, the week before finals (dead week--which is supposed to be the week of nothing but ironically is the week that everything is due) was crazy.  So many papers etcetera were due.  Finals week wasn't so bad, but I spent the whole time working and cleaning my freaking house so that I could have TWO parties. Yeah I'm a  badass host.  Take that parties!  

Thursday night was a PJ party with the work people.  Too much drunkeness ended with Krystals.  If you don't know what they are you should.  Exactly the same thing as White Castle, but more incredible.  Just kidding.  I've never had White Castle.  Good party though.

The bf graduated Saturday... SCARY... grown-up time!  So of course, there was a grad party with a keg.  Good party.  Me and 15 other guys.  I'm a pimpess!!! Lots of drunken time.

Sunday, more drinking.  I love rummy (the game, not my nickname for Rum, just the game).  

Monday.  Work party.  Whoa.  Progressive Dinner and lots of alcohol.  Needless to say, I needed a ride home, 6 different types of alcohol----wine, champagne, vodka, beer, jack,vodka.  It was quite intense, but quite awesome the next day... cause NO HANGOVER!

So I immensely apologize for my absenteeism.  I've drank way more than I should, but had an awesome past 2 weeks.  My reader is on overloaded so much so I've started using a different browser.  There just hasn't been TIME! Curses.  

I promise more  blogging to come.  And this time, I promise, these aren't empty promises! 

I really plan on blogging more because it's such a stress reliever.  I definitely have catching up to do.  I hope that everyone's Thanksgiving was great... and I hope everyone's holiday season is fab too!!

Going home next week.  Get to see the bestest.  It's been so long...Woo!

Have  lots to update about the BF.  Hopefully starting serving after the holidays... money money money!  Working out more with a good friend from work...nickname later.  

Love you all!

Patron on ice...

I found out later than not only did "T.I." harass me and numerous other girls that night, but he also pulled his man-part out on the table in front of 6 women not six feet from where I was standing.

On top of this, Mr. $30,000 didn't pay for a single drink that night. He had a friend who was buying them for him.

Classy.

Baby, You can have whatever you like...

Before launching into this story, you'll probably want to watch this video for the whole thing to make sense.

I'm not a huge fan of this song, and in fact, I'm going to use this song for a WMST paper, but it is relevant to the story.

Tonight I worked. Yes, on Halloween, I worked. It wasn't bad, though, because I never really get excited about Halloween. Some people spend a lot of money on costumes, but not me. However, in order to not wear my work uniform, I dressed up as a lady bug. Black pants, cute red, short sleeved turtleneck, homemade antenna, wings, and a friend of mine did my eye make up (which was totally awesome). The rules for dressing up were that you had to wear your treadsafe shoes, hair had to be pulled back, and it had to be G Rated. We couldn't go dressed as bitches and hos apparently. Damn--There goes my idea.. :)

So tonight, I was standing at the host stand, and a guy walks up to me very much so in my personal space and begins to look me up and down.

Dude: You got a boyfriend?

Slightly annoyed me: Mm yeah.

Dude: I bet he's white.

Me: Pretty much.

Dude: You ever been wit a black guy?

Me: Not so much.

Dude: Mmm. You don't know what you're missin out on then.

Me: Oh really. I guess not.

Dude: I mean not in a sexual way or anything, you just don't know what you're missin out on.

Me: Ahh. That clears things up. Now I understand.

Dude: Does he got money?

Me: Hmm. He's a server at a restaurant.

Dude: So, he makes $2.13 an hour? That ain't money. I got money. You need to be someone like me. I got 30,000 in the bank.

Me: Hmm..tempting.

Dude: Why you settlin for a guy like that when you can have someone like me?

Me: Uh. Because I'm in college and that stuff doesn't matter.

Dude: Oh C'mon. I'm like T.I., Baby, you can have whatever you like.

Me: Ohhhhhhhh. Now that changes things, lemme call my boyfriend right now and just call things off. You are everything I've ever looked for in a guy. Thanks so much for being that voice of reason. You're amazing.

(K. Not so much what I said, but would have been funny)

I told this story to one of the guys and he was like I should walk up to this guy and be like "Have you ever been with a man? How bout a white man? Ohh you don't know what you're missing out on!" Would have been entertaining to say the least.

Hope your Halloween was eventful!!!

28 Days...

until my mother and I are in Cali!!! :) Can't Wait!

In my last post about California, I made my mother and myself sound like a couple of Alchy's! We will be doind other things besides drinking...like eating. And we will visit other cool places, not to mention the time we'll spend with my uncle and his wife. Coolest people ever. For realz.

Anyway..

Happy Tuesday! It's my day off from the restaurant! Too bad I will have spent the whole day working in the Women's Studies department and doing homework. Woo. :)

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!!

Your Mom...

Everyone has heard of "Your mom" jokes, right? Everyone has even told one, correct? I say it all the time..even if it doesn't make any sense at all. What's for dinner? Your Mom. My feet are cold. Your mom. That was really good. So's your mom. C'mon we're all guilty. But has anyone EVER heard of someone saying it about their OWN mom???? I work with a girl... who whines like a baby ALL the time. She's 20, has a kid of her own and whines like a child. Recently when I've worked with her she's been on this kick of your mom jokes. Except they are backwards.

She walks around and randomly says....

My mom goes to college.

What the hell!!!! You're so dumb. No one tells "your mom" jokes on their own mom!!

Reeally??!

Part Three

Phew. This is has been one long week!

Okay, so where did I leave off? Oh... the taking the pictures and not talking to her cause oh wait, she's a psycho bitch... thaaaaat's right.

So the first time I worked with her, I was cordial, but not super friendly. I smiled, but didn't ask her how she was. She approached me from behind and gave me a big hug while I was talking to someone. She said "I'm sorry." I said, "We'll talk about this later." I wasn't the bad ass that I said I would be and I didn't kick her ass or disown her in any way.

I was cleaning one of her tables and she came up and sat down with me. She said, "I didn't know until she told me, but S said that you had a panic attack of some sort after I sped away." I just kind of looked at her and was like uhh.. Yeah. She continued to apologize for lying to me and endangering herself and others. Her excuse... "I sobered after someone hit my... I mean WHATEVER happened to my car, happened." I just told her either way, she shouldn't have driven home and I shouldn't have given her the keys to her car and she's lucky that she's not dead/in jail/a felon.

That was it. I was quite mature about it. We talk casually at work, but I don't plan on drinking with her again. If someone invites her on another excursion, she's not allowed to drink. I can't take that drama again.

A couple days later she told me that she's been driving a rental car while her car is in the shop. It's something like $500 that she's going to have to pay because her insurance is going to cover it. Can we say Insurance Fraud??? She said that she picked every piece of bark and moss out of the car and it took her three hours.

Whatever bitch ass ho, you're so lame.

LT turns psycho bitch... Part Two

So where did I leave off? Oh yeah, that's right I had a panic attack because I was scared to death she was going to die or kill someone in the night---or you know kill us.

Good news: She didn't die and she didn't kill anyone. She didn't even go to jail. She got home safely and apparently texted everyone at 2 in the morning to let them know that she got home okay. This would have been helpful to know when I was having my freak attack, but because we were in the wilderness no one got reception except a few people and even then, they were asleep when they got the text anyway.

The next morning I was the first one up. I got up to walk to the bathroom (I know it's lame that I used a bathroom while I was in the woods) as soon as the sun came up. I had to find out what happened to LT and after that I could go back to sleep for the rest of the day if I wanted.

Her car wasn't in the parking lot, she wasn't parked in any of the loops in the campground, and the gate didn't open till 7, where the hell did she go???

At about noon, after my first nap, one of the girls received a text from LT saying that she was going to come back to camp to get her stuff that she had left. So as bitchy girls do, we proceeded to talk about what we were going to do and say when she got there. I told them that she was out in my book. OUT. Never again will she receive an invitation (from me) to one of our get togethers. Over. Through. Done. If you know me at all, you know once you cross a boundary, I throw up a 20 foot high electric fence so you can never get back over.

So... she arrived when she said she would, walked up to the camp site and said,

How was ya'lls night?"

My Personal Thought Bubble...
Really?? Um, How do you THINK our night was last night, you stupid, psycho bitch??????? Oh. My. God. Did she forget everything that happened? This bitch is nuts!!

What happened in real life:
One of the girls just replied that we went to bed shortly after she left. Ha. That's so understated.

She looked at me and apologized, "I know you're really mad, and you have a right to be, but I was okay to drive. I was sober enough and got home without any problems."

Irate Me Holding Back: Um, yeah, I am pretty pissed. You fucking lied to me. You drove off INTOXICATED and we had no idea where you were. You're stupid.

Somebody asked her how she got out and she just said that she drove around the gate. There was no fucking way, so we were a little perplexed (isn't that a nice word) by how she escaped.

I didn't say another word to her. I walked down to her car with my camera and took a picture of the damage. I had to have photographic evidence of the crazy ass shit that happened. I laughed to myself on the walk back to camp and couldn't help but think how great my next blog post would be.

Part 3 in the next few days... Working with LT for the first time since the weekend and other scenic pictures from the weekend!

Part two coming tomorrow!

Sorry friends.. I've been quite busy with school stuff and work for the past two days, but I promise, the long awaited part two is coming tomorrow!!!

Hope your Hump Day was a happy one!!

Camping!

I will be gone camping for the next two days with a bunch of girls from work. This should be an adventure because it was quite dramatic trying to make plans for the weekend. First it was a secret and only certain girls were going, but then inevitably (there's always that one bitch) someone let the cat out of the bag and invited ALL the people we didn't necessarily want to go. Like the girl who touches you too much, the girl who talks really loud (kind of like the low talker from Seinfeld, except she's LOUD), and the girl who talks like a baby and whines ALL the time. Loud talker will be going, the other 2 will not. They did not manage to get the weekend off..pahaha. My manager was quite upset when he learned he couldn't get shift picked up for tonight because all the people that would do it were going on this trip! I said, "Don't blame me, the 4 people that planned the trip requested off, not the others!" Either way, it should be fun. Lots of debauchery, I'm sure.

I'll blog about it Monday! Wish us luck in the wilderness! :)

Have a great weekend!

Random shit because I'm a slacker and don't post every day like I'd like to!

This week has been fairly uneventful. Besides all the papers and other crap that is due, I've been a very boring person. Tuesday night, however was a nice change of pace. The "Girl Scout Camp" girls got together at the Biologist's house. Tuesday was her last day working for a soul-sucking company and we were excited about celebrating! I got there a little late because I had to work, but time spent with these girls is always relaxing and exciting. Never a dull moment, to say the least.

Last night was my Reality TV night. I have to admit that I've kind of addicted to America's Next Top Model and Project Runway. They aren't as exciting this season as they've been in the past, but I still have to watch. Usually I work on Wednesday, so I have to Tivo it and watch it later. On top of these shows, Lipstick Jungle premiered. If you're not into this show, you should definitely look up last season and start watching. I absolutely love this show!

Tonight I worked until about 12:30 and then got the hell out of dodge so I could come home and write this 2 page paper about Betty Friedan. Has it been written yet? Of course not! BTW. If you're not familiar with Betty Friedan, you need to be. Major part of Women history. She wrote The Feminine Mystique and several other things. Pretty much amazing!

Work was interesting. We were pretty slow so that gave me the opportunity to talk to one of my crack head co-workers. We'll call her Xanax girl--because she takes one every THREE hours. She frequently comes in to work because her life has fallen apart and her boyfriend who is 10 years older than her (and one of our line cooks) mooches off of her--doesn't give her a penny for rent etc. Tonight she was hysterical (which isn't unusual) and was frantically scratching her chest. She wants to kill herself and her bf, she said. If only I weren't crazy he would love me she said. The story is fairly complex, but bottom line is that she needs to ditch this guy so she can be healthy again.

*Steps on soap box*

Ladies--- Please, please, please. Never say you can't live without someone. You can! We don't need people to complete us. If we aren't happy with who we are, then we sure as hell can't try to maintain a healthy relationship with someone.

*Steps off soap box*

I worry about her for this reason. We aren't close friends, but I care about her well-being. She doesn't think she has anyone here in this town and is contemplating moving back to where she's from to escape the problems. The sad part is she moved here to move away from her problems at home.

It's women like this that make me want to become some sort of therapist.

Hope ya'll have a good weekend! I'll be working the whole time! Possibly 50 cent drafts tomorrow night at a local bar with J, but we'll see!

P.S. Please keep Classy in your thoughts...

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Now playing: Sheryl Crow - All I Wanna Do
via FoxyTunes

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! :)

Hung Over As Hell

Here we are at 3:30 in the afternoon and I'm STILL hungover from last nights festivities.

I have a new found friendship with my bosses wife, J. She's awesome. She's 32 and has 3 kids and doesn't even look like she's had three children! So when my boss asked me to take her out for a drink last night because she was exhausted and had a shitty day at work, I was like Sure! So I left work at about 10:30 to go home and put something on that didn't smell of fried food and then went to go pick her up.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing that our most frequented bar is the one behind our restaurant, it's convenient that's for sure. This is the bar we chose to sit our asses at until 2:30 this morning. 4 Gin and Sprites, and 3 shots later.....The boyfriend has to come pick me up. Since my last shot was at 2:15 right before last call, I was STILL getting drunk when I got home.

We had a blast though... J told me stuff about my boss that I probably shouldn't know, her brother came and contributed to our drunkeness by giving us another shot (SoCo and Lime), and little by little work people started showing up just in time for me to go home!

I was supposed to work tonight but there is no way in hell I'm going. I called in at 1:00. After hanging on the toilet for dear life all morning I can't work until 2 tonight. There's just no way.

So I hope your day is better than mine. I'll probably crawl back in bed to sleep more of this off. :(

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.