If I fall

I woke up an hour ago and realized its the weekend! WOOHOO!!

I don't have to work til Sunday but my schedule sucks because I only work three days and all of them breakfast shifts. I'm not a morning person, but I'm not complaining much. When the breakfast rush is over, we immediately go to shift change and the lunch crowd come pouring in.

I don't have to share my tips either! I get the front section where the windows and booths are and whomever the other waitress is, gets what I don't have. On a good shift I'll make $200-300 and the most I've ever made was $350! But like I said, I only work three days which blows and they're not even consecutive. Sure, I WOULD LOVE Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, but no. I get Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. I'm not worried about it too much now since I'll be going to Flagstaff in a couple of months. I just need to keep my funds up till May. I have some leftover grant money so that's my emergency stash fund.

Always have a Plan B but I'm overly paranoid. I have a Plan C too.

Kind of like when my desktop crashed with the blue screen of hell, I had to switch over to my handy dandy ole laptop. It was a hand-me-down, but it still works. Besides, its Friday the 13th and good or bad, anything's bound to happen. So be prepared!


*wink, wink*

~Shannon

Student Ghetto

I don't live in "student ghetto". No siree.

I live off campus and since my van is no longer needed of its services--driving Ms. Money Whore around, I'm just going to have to hop on my bike to school, and to save even more time, put it on the bus rack.

Every little shortcut helps. I answered this ad on craigslist earlier about someone needing to move furniture into the dorms and I was the first one that showed up so the guy hired me. He was moving in from Ohio and he told me since he didn't know anyone, he just placed an ad online. I helped him move this huge microwave, boxes of clothes and dishes, his guitar, 19" e tv, Xbox, and small stuff. He paid me $30 and then asked cel me out which I thought was funny.

I turned him down of course, but he gave me his number. I put it in the back pocket of my jeans and told him if he ever needed help moving, he's got my email. I don't have a cellphone: got shut off for nonpayment. I have a landline, but I rarely give out my number. Only my current roommate and toasterface have it.

I answered this other ad for a math tutor. Job pays $20 an hour which is one hour every day for a week. I still need more to pay next month's rent and utilities and I'm sure as hell not calling Mom and Dad to bail me out.

I'm grown. I got this.

~Shannon

Road trip!

I got a call from an ex roommate of mine and Cynthia's getting married in three months. In the realm of close friends, she ranks as my sister. Not biologically, but you get the point. She broke the news of her wedding and I'm happy for her because for a long time, I figured she'd be a man hater the rest of her life.

So anyway, as I was listening to details, Cynthia seemed so excited but didn't drop a clue as to inviting me. I then asked why. She said, "I didn't think you wanted to come seeing how you hate weddings and all." I replied, "I don't like crowds and I have social anxiety to a tee, but I'm down for your wedding".
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"Good. I knew you'd say that because out of all my friends, I trust you unconditionally. If we were in a different lifetime, you are my little sister, babyface!"

I hate it when she calls me that. GRRR.

Then she said, "How about you come out here for a couple months and house sit?"

:shock:

"Really?"

"Yeah. Its just Derek and I and we're driving to Pennsylvania for the honeymoon."

"But I don't have a car. My van broke down and kicked the bucket so now I'm without wheels. And a job."
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"That is a problem. How about I fly you out to Flagstaff and you just move out here and house sit. Get our mail. Mow the yard and all that. Then you can get a job and pay me back. We're renovating the basement into a room and it has a bathroom down there too."

"Wow! Really?"

"Consider it payback for helping me with calculus and chem. Time to return the favor."

"Sweet! But I gotta go ask Mom and Dad. They were wanting me back home as soon as the semester was overT. They got rid of two hands so they're short on help."

"Not a problem. Tell them I love them too. We'll be leaving next month. Give me your answer before then so we can make arrangements. Bye babyface. I love you!"

Wow. What just happened...

I gotta do this road trip. Never been to Arizona and I've always wanted to see the Grand Canyon and that big crater in the desert. I'll ask moneywhore what its like. Thinking about it makes me excited!!

Job Hunting: Day 1

Soon as I got out of class at noon, I went straight to the Student Union to eat and look at the job listings on campus. Nothing I really wanted so I whipped out my handy dandy laptop and went on the search on craigslist. I know, I know. At least its a start. I was so buried in the site that I didn't know someone was staring at me. It was Denise.

She's one of the girls that lives diagonally from me but we have different classes this semester. We used to be close after having spent the last two semesters in the same class but different hours, but not this time. She pushed my backpack aside and asked what I was doing.

"Job hunting".
"Why? I thought you liked it at the steak house".
"It got old. I didn't like the people there".
"What are you going to do now?"
"I need to do something. My van died yesterday and I need some quick cash."
"Well you can always do what Sarah's doing."
"Which is?"
"Dancing."
"What, stripping?"
"Its exotic dancing."
"Whatever. Its still stripping to me. And no thanks. Aren't those place dangerous?"
"Depends where you go. Its quick money."
"I'm not that desperate yet. I think I'll stick to normal jobs."
"Its a thought.""
"What are you doing? Same oh?"
"Yep. Waitressing at The Kettle. I make decent tips. Nothing to brag about."
"I was thinking about this one about donating my eggs."
"Really? Why?"
"It says here that you'll be well compensated whatever that means."
"Hmm. Well when you go, tell me how it is and what how much you get. I gotta run."

That was the extent of our conversation. Then Brett sat his happy ass down but not before I asked him to get me a Coke. He's a friend who has the hots for me. I don't see us doing anything or getting together, but its nice to have friends.

Now I'm back at home doing homework and facebook. :)

Karma's A Bitch

I was talking to Shannon on the phone about how and what we can do to the site and I get several interrupted beeps. I looked at the screen on my non smart phone and it was an unknown number, but I knew it was from someone at work. I don't reply to unknown numbers unless I have them tagged on my phone. After the second text, I didn't even give it a second thought as the person never identified herself. I say that gender with utmost certainty.

Then the 7400 suffix pops up on my screen and a smaller menu giving me the option of "Send to voice mail" appeared which I promptly chose with severe prejudice. I kept on talking to Shannon cuz I'm not letting anything like that interrupt something rather pressing.

I later read the texts from unknown person. She was pleading to have me do a 1:1 with a "tough guy" cuz he'd punched a woman in the face enough to send her to the ER. Then the other text read "Call in pay and $25 for every four hours". Whatever.

This is coming from the same people who put me on mandatory leave and had me go see a therapist for my "anger issues". RIGHT.

You want me to do my job? I'll do my job. I'll be firm and fair, but don't send me to a therapist cuz you think I have anger issues. As of this writing, I'm seeing a counselor of my own choosing due to my PTSD, not anger. Its more like frustration cuz I can't get passed the trashcan to the face, but I'm being enlightened as to why I'm feeling this way. There's other stuff going on which is the deeper root of the problem.