I had a whole list of things I wanted to write about this week. The only one I remember now is the dream post.
Now it’s 4:30 and I’m speechless.
I talked to Daniel the general manager about the use of the word “faggot” at work. He said he would take care of it. I’ll probably not be the most popular person at work this time tomorrow.
Adam and I are sequestering ourselves this week. When I get home from work tomorrow night neither of us are going to leave the apartment until we leave for work on Monday. It’s going to be TV time. Movie time. Good food time. And if we are lucky. Sex time!
Daniel asked me today if my computer was broken because he hadn’t gotten any surveys from me lately. Then he laughed.
I made 100 dollars tonight in the first 45 minutes I was there. Not a bad way to start the night.
Adam and I are also going to start making our Christmas cards this weekend. Last year we were a little late getting them out. I’d like to have them out by the second week of December this year. We make them by hand. We Adam has a cool design planned. Let me know if you want me to send you one.
We are putting our Christmas Tree up in a month. This is going to involve a LOT of moving things around. We hung a chandelier where the tree was last year. This year it’s going to be in front of the window. Where the sofa is. The sofa must move. The table must move. The lamps must move. The TV must move. I might actually spend some time this weekend and figure out if all my moving is going to work.
Our Christmas party is scheduled for December 12. It’s going to be a Christmas Jubilee. Or Bonanza. I can never remember which.
I need new work boots. Mine are two years old. The leather is cracked. The zipper is broken. And as of tonight the right one is covered in salsa.
My brother has a new boyfriend. I only know this because he writes about him on Facebook. So far there have been no pictures posted or name given. I doubt very seriously we’ll talk about this.
Speaking of talking. My mother hasn’t heard from brother in over a month. She probably won’t until he needs something. Like her car.
Michelle is doing another show in Maine in February. Adam and I will be going up for that. I hope.
We are having a dinner party next weekend. Adam is making dinner for one of his co-workers, her comedy partner and their specific partners. I think it will be fun.
Adam bought Orange Bitters yesterday. Until this summer I never realized there was any kind of bitters other than just regular bitters. Seems there is a whole host of other kinds of bitters. I’m hoping orange and bourbon go well together. I’ll let you know.
I’m reading Stephen King’s Under the Dome. I’m about 60 pages in. It’s interesting. Very Steven King. It’s a little more tongue in cheek than usual. I’ll keep you posted on how it is. It’s over 1000 pages.
I’m freezing. I hope that Adam isn’t hot when I go to bed. If he’s not hot then we cuddle. If he’s hot he pushes me away (he says he’s not aware that he does this…hmm?) and I end up falling asleep on my side of the bed. Alone.
Harper kitty has woken me up twice this week. This is the cat that pretends I’m not here most days. She wants to be petted. Eventually settles beside me. And doesn’t move again until Adam gets home from work. I often don’t make the bed because I don’t want to disturb her. At least that’s what I tell Adam.
I was told I did a good job tonight. I was the head server. I ran a tight ship. I kept the place clean and organized and kept people hopping. I was asked tonight if I was the new “Connie?” She’s the biggest tight ass we have. I kind of like being that person. Especially since not once tonight did we run out of glasses, plates, napkins, ice, etc. All it takes is a little leadership and people will do their jobs.
I had a 2o minute conversation tonight about how to wait tables in our restaurant. I tried to explain to Jessica that tourists in NYC want an experience. They don’t want someone who is just going to get them a Coke. They want you to tap dance. They want you to have a gimmick. Mine is to kill them with kindness. Hers? She doesn’t talk to them any more than she has to. And she wonders why she doesn’t make as much money as me.
I’d like to not work tomorrow. Adam is making me go in. He’s a pain in my ass. (Keep it clean!)
I’ve started wearing hats every day. I have worn a hat at work every day for the past three weeks. I wear them when I’m not at work too. I have about 20. I only wear two of them. My work hat. My college hat. I think I may actually throw all of the others away when I clean out my closet to take things to storage.
Okay. It’s 5:00 a.m. It’s time for bed.
See you tomorrow.