I'm checking out other blog features as I'm on the road to Flagstaff, Arizona. I was looking at the livejournal and wordpress as I'm a compulsive, impulsive blogger/writer. If I don't have Internet access, I'll write in my notebook. I've had a notebook since the eighth grade.
That long!
This also means I love pens. Those gel pens that write so smoothly are the ones I have a collection of. Yes, I know. I'm weird but in a good way.
Maybe I'll post road travel pix on here. I'm bad at taking pictures. :(
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
$5 Rock
I put in my two weeks notice yesterday.
As I went to get a tray of silverware when the rush died down, I walked into a conversation with Juan, one of the dishwashers and Leah, one of the four waitresses besides myself on the floor. Juan and Leah were talking about crack.
I pretended not to notice but couldn't help myself because Leah was tearing into Juan about there's no such thing as a "five dollar crack rock". She was going on and how when she lived in Tulsa, that she did a lot of drugs when she was younger and repeating to Juan that he must have fried his brains as there was no such thing.
I just stood there and laughed! I couldn't help it. Juan was full of himself and saw me laughing.
"Piss off, Shannon. This is an A and B conversation so C your way out".
"Hey! I need silverware and you're holding up progress, mister. And don't ask me about that because I have no clue. I was just laughing at what Leah said".
I went out to the lobby to stock up on cereal and in the kitchen, I could hear Leah ripping him a new one. Awesome! From their conversation, this is what I gather: I'm guessing cocaine is expensive and going about getting crack from cocaine would be spendy...so where would he get five dollars for it?
I have no clue. Maybe he gets it at a discount or something. Anyway, I made great tips from the big table in the back. They left me $50 for a party of eight. I can't complain. Its good money sometimes, but I need to do something with my life. I can't see me being a professional student or going to school forever.
As I went to get a tray of silverware when the rush died down, I walked into a conversation with Juan, one of the dishwashers and Leah, one of the four waitresses besides myself on the floor. Juan and Leah were talking about crack.
I pretended not to notice but couldn't help myself because Leah was tearing into Juan about there's no such thing as a "five dollar crack rock". She was going on and how when she lived in Tulsa, that she did a lot of drugs when she was younger and repeating to Juan that he must have fried his brains as there was no such thing.
I just stood there and laughed! I couldn't help it. Juan was full of himself and saw me laughing.
"Piss off, Shannon. This is an A and B conversation so C your way out".
"Hey! I need silverware and you're holding up progress, mister. And don't ask me about that because I have no clue. I was just laughing at what Leah said".
I went out to the lobby to stock up on cereal and in the kitchen, I could hear Leah ripping him a new one. Awesome! From their conversation, this is what I gather: I'm guessing cocaine is expensive and going about getting crack from cocaine would be spendy...so where would he get five dollars for it?
I have no clue. Maybe he gets it at a discount or something. Anyway, I made great tips from the big table in the back. They left me $50 for a party of eight. I can't complain. Its good money sometimes, but I need to do something with my life. I can't see me being a professional student or going to school forever.
Friday, May 4, 2012
Slugging Along the Daisy Trail
Just got home.
Got called in to do the afternoon shift and there was a bus. A freaking tour bus FFS. On top of the night rush. Are you kidding me? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
I didn't get as much as I would usually have on say, a Sunday or weekend, but every little bit helps even though I didn't want to work tonight. There was a cute elderly couple that I was talking to and they made me laugh and almost cry at the same time. They have been together almost 60 years! I don't know anyone besides my parents who have been together at least 40 years, but this little couple beat them by twenty years.
You never see that anymore. People who's marriage lasting at least ten years. Most nowadays, people realize they've not been completely honest with each other and end up in divorce not even a year. Anyway, the couple told me that they were from Indianapolis and were back on their way after visiting Universal Studios and the whole Disney World/Magic Kingdom theme parks. They gave me a $25 tip for just being friendly and talking to them!
I wasn't complaining. Although now, I feel guilty about taking it. Was I taking advantage of them? No. Of course not. They gave it to me for being nice and all I was doing was my job. I'm a waitress. Its my job to make my customers happy so they'll leave me big tips. For the most part, they do. I shouldn't feel guilty.
But damn...
Got called in to do the afternoon shift and there was a bus. A freaking tour bus FFS. On top of the night rush. Are you kidding me? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!
I didn't get as much as I would usually have on say, a Sunday or weekend, but every little bit helps even though I didn't want to work tonight. There was a cute elderly couple that I was talking to and they made me laugh and almost cry at the same time. They have been together almost 60 years! I don't know anyone besides my parents who have been together at least 40 years, but this little couple beat them by twenty years.
You never see that anymore. People who's marriage lasting at least ten years. Most nowadays, people realize they've not been completely honest with each other and end up in divorce not even a year. Anyway, the couple told me that they were from Indianapolis and were back on their way after visiting Universal Studios and the whole Disney World/Magic Kingdom theme parks. They gave me a $25 tip for just being friendly and talking to them!
I wasn't complaining. Although now, I feel guilty about taking it. Was I taking advantage of them? No. Of course not. They gave it to me for being nice and all I was doing was my job. I'm a waitress. Its my job to make my customers happy so they'll leave me big tips. For the most part, they do. I shouldn't feel guilty.
But damn...
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Bath water
Soon as I got to Ashley's, I went straight to the bathroom to run hot water for a bath.
I wanted one. School was a mess but I'm glad I got thru finals with not much of a hitch. As I was driving, a flood of emotions came over me from missing Jen. I didn't have time to grieve losing her. She just dropped me via text. And it was like she was erased from my life. No "Bye Shannon, we're done." She just said, "I don't want us to be us anymore. Its just me." After that, she blocked me to where I couldn't text or call back.
I was so hurt. So many tears came from my eyes. I turned to Samantha for a shoulder to cry on. I turned to all my other hingirlfriends to make sense of shit. I wish there was some sort of school or class to learn how someone you love breaks up with you VIA TEXT MESSAGE after you've shared your life with them for a year. There ought to be a class that explains break ups.
But screw it. I'm almost don't think about her any more. So as soon as I was in the neighborhood of Ashley's apartment, I contemplated of how the bath water was going to feel on my skin. I thought of how I was going to describe in detail how I put a bubble bath on for myself to let me enjoy something so sensual and soothing while I let my mind wander into nothingness.
Instead, I thought of getting a belly button piercing...something like this picture.
THIS IS NOT MY STOMACH. ITS FAR FROM PERFECT.
I wanted one. School was a mess but I'm glad I got thru finals with not much of a hitch. As I was driving, a flood of emotions came over me from missing Jen. I didn't have time to grieve losing her. She just dropped me via text. And it was like she was erased from my life. No "Bye Shannon, we're done." She just said, "I don't want us to be us anymore. Its just me." After that, she blocked me to where I couldn't text or call back.
I was so hurt. So many tears came from my eyes. I turned to Samantha for a shoulder to cry on. I turned to all my other hingirlfriends to make sense of shit. I wish there was some sort of school or class to learn how someone you love breaks up with you VIA TEXT MESSAGE after you've shared your life with them for a year. There ought to be a class that explains break ups.
But screw it. I'm almost don't think about her any more. So as soon as I was in the neighborhood of Ashley's apartment, I contemplated of how the bath water was going to feel on my skin. I thought of how I was going to describe in detail how I put a bubble bath on for myself to let me enjoy something so sensual and soothing while I let my mind wander into nothingness.
Instead, I thought of getting a belly button piercing...something like this picture.
THIS IS NOT MY STOMACH. ITS FAR FROM PERFECT.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Missing
I was going through my pix of Spring Break and I had to remove all of the ones with Jen in it. I need to go cold turkey on her. Completely. I came across this one of when my parents took me and my brother, Jeremy with them to Sydney, Australia.
I miss that entire week. I remember everything as clear as day. Maybe I'll go back sometime when I'm not so stressed about getting a place of my own. A place to call home. I have a love affair with the beach. Any beach. I just like to sit on the sand and let the edge of the water tingle my feet and toes and get lost in the repetition of the waves. Maybe that's why I love the company of myself and having no one to answer to.
No responsibilities to others except myself. Its easier that way. I need to go to bed. Have an exam tomorrow. Awesome.
No responsibilities to others except myself. Its easier that way. I need to go to bed. Have an exam tomorrow. Awesome.
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