I’ve got to start getting to bed earlier. It’s 5:00 and it will take at least twenty or so minutes to write something that’s somewhat comprehendible. (Don’t try and spell comprehendible at 5:00 in the morning. I finally had to look it up.)
It took me almost an hour to get to sleep last night. I was pissed. And annoyed.
I should probably come home, leave my computer off, and not think about the insanity that exists in the world. I end up reading Joe.My.God where I get a lot of my gay news. And then Facebook. And I share all the links that piss me off. And then I read email. And try to blog. And it’s 5:00 and I’m nowhere near ready to go to bed. And when I do get to bed in the next hour I’ll be too wired to sleep.
I asked Daniel about how he had handled the “fag” situation. He told me that he’d given a speech in each pre-shift through the weekend. I didn’t say anything but I wanted to tell him that I hadn’t heard about it all. He also said that he’d pulled each of the managers aside one by one and told them what the results of the use of the word would be in the restaurant. We’ll have to see what happens. I’m sure it won’t happen soon, but it will be only a matter of time.
I got my new schedule for next week tonight. Seems that we are back to square one. Do I go in tomorrow and start my complaining again or do I bite the bullet and just live with things the way they are?
There is a host at work named Gabby. She also works as a breaker, providing staff to break the servers. I want to punch her. In the nose. She knows I hate her which I find amusing. She mutters things under her breath at me like, “you could at least say excuse me.” Or “why didn’t you say “corner”.” Tonight she said that she couldn’t wait to be a real server. Hmmm. I’m not the only one that hates her and the only reason we’d all like her to be a “real” server is so she wouldn’t have to give us breaks any more.
I added another person to my “list” tonight at work. Terry. He complained all night. Didn’t get tipped all night. Was rude all night. Made bad jokes all night. My list has been growing longer and longer lately.
Jancy comes tomorrow. I’m glad that when I come home tomorrow our house will be clean. I hate that she interrupts my morning afternoon routine. She also likes to talk and I really want to be left alone until I wake up.
My three favorite people were working at McDonald’s tonight when I got my Diet Coke. It’s a very NYC thing to know the people at your deli, grocery, laundry place. The one girl now makes my soda as soon as she sees me. The other girl has been on vacation. The other one doesn’t talk much but is very nice. They have a night time manager that is there most nights who is bat shit crazy. She’s like some crazy lady who yells at everyone. WHAT DO YOU WANT? I DON’T HAVE ALL NIGHT. GET ME MY DAMN BATHROOM KEYS. YOU GOTTA BUY SOMETHING TO USE THE BATHROOM! PICK UP THE PACE GIRL. She’s angry at the world. I like it when she’s NOT there. I need to learn all of their names.
I have to work two more shifts this week. Five shifts in a row is a bitch. I know, I know. But it is. Two more. I’d give up one of my shifts but Adam chewed me a new asshole last weekend for giving up. I’ve learned my lesson.
Okay. I’m rambling.