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Day 236: Unconventional...
Nov. 25th, 2005 10:23 am(At home I have the lousy 56k dialup. When I originally posted this my connection timed out, so I had to save the text and now I'll have to repaste it. Grrr.)
I would have updated sooner, but anyone who knows me well knows that whenever someone asks if my sister still lives at home (despite the fact that she's married and has a house of her own) is asking a loaded question. Shaz spends lots of time over here because she hates being home alone and whenever she's here she's on the computer...which means I'm not.
Tuesday was short and sweet. Fire alarm went off again, this time at eight. But I needed to get up then anyway. Not sure why. Except to shower, really. My hair can take too long to dry when it's cold. CJ was boring, and afterwards I helped Jill with her photography project. It was quick and fun - I shall have to ask both Jill and Erin for their pictures of me because I've never been much of a model before (I usually hate having my picture taken) and I like artistic photographs as much as the next person. Lunch in the cafeteria was a quick affair, and then I drove home. Me, mom and Shaz went to see the Johnny Cash movie "Walk the Line." I've never been much of a country fan and was surprised at how many of his songs I knew (sadly there was no Boy Named Sue). The movie was pretty good and had an old-school fifties feel to its cinematography. I'm still not sure what I think of Johnny Cash as a person (I watched that Elvis special at the beginning of summer). Every now and then I would think of strange things, like when I was half-asleep and so conscious but unable to move and Nick told me that was what the first five minutes of an overdose felt like, but overall it was a pretty cool movie. We had some dinner - soup in bread bowls, and I love my mom's cooking - and then settled in to watch TV for the night. House was interesting. We girls have noticed that every week the episode has a theme. One was lying, last week's was cheating. I think this week's was disillusionment. House really thought he was going to get her back, and for a moment it seemed like he might have, but now he really isn't. Cameron really thought that getting high would help her, but it really didn't (although Dr. Chase, wow! I do still like blonds, you know). I was in bed by eleven, because Mom and I had decided to go Christmas shopping on Wednesday rather than try to brave Black Friday.
Wednesday was short and sweet. We went to Wal Mart to get the oil changed in my car, and get some Christmas shopping done. I got gifts for everyone on my list except for Nick (boys are bloody hard to buy for) and I still have to get mom's birthday present. She wants me and Shaz to each buy a rosebush, and she'll plant it, and each time they bloom she'll think of us (they'll be different types of roses). I think that's a really awesome idea. If I ever decide I like gardening and one day have kids I'll have a plant for each kid, too. *moronic grin* But I got my presents bought and most of them wrapped, and Christmas cards written and ready to go - although I'd like some of the gang to sign some cards as well. Mom and I went grocery shopping on our final stop, and when we got home I started cleaning out my car. And I found Nick's meds and his debit card. So he's off somewhere with no money. I ended up having to use that phone number anyway. All I got was the answering machine, so I left a message and my number, but no one called back. Weird.
The night before, Sid had called and said Rebecca, the restaurant manager, was in desperate need of servers for the big Thanksgiving day banquet. About a hundred bucks, and the banquet lasted from ten to four. Since we weren't going to do anything on Thursday anyway I said I'd be there. We watched some Criminal Minds, and then I went to bed early.
On Thursday I was up at half seven and in the shower. Mom fed me a nice big omelette and then I hit the road. I still had my black pants and shoes from the summer previous when I'd worked there as a waitress, so off I went. Rebecca was really glad to see me. Brenna and Lane, from my first summer there, were still there. As was Thomas, who usually worked the front desk but had been relegated to serving for the day. He's a D&D nerd, too, so we traded war stories. The banquet didn't open until ten, but we had to get everything set up beforehand - drinks and stuff. So there was lots of rushing around. I was surprised at how much I remembered about the layout of the kitchen. Rebecca threw a white button-down shirt and black apron at me and set me to work. The banquet uniforms are a hell of a lot nicer than the restaurant ones. Some of the scab workers who showed up were sent to the restaurant so Rebecca could use the more experienced workers at the banquet. The first section was seated at ten, so those of us who were assigned the second section (me, Thomas and Erica) helped out at the front, assisting with drinks and bussing tables. Since the banquet was mostly a buffet all we had to do was keep the drinks coming and get rid of the used plates. The food looked really good - turkey, stuffing, roast beef, roast pork, lobster, shrimp, mashed potatoes, green salads, a whole breakfast bar with omelettes, eggs and bacon and crepes, and then there were all the desserts, and the tray of gourmet cheese and crackers. But no matter how good the food looks, I can't eat when I'm serving. Because behind the walls of the lovely ballroom the uneaten food ends up in a large bin before we bus out the plates, and then it all just looks nasty and totally puts you off food. Or at least it did me. By the time my chance to eat came around it was pretty late. The last seating was at four, and Rebecca shifted some servers over to the restaurant so the scab workers ended up taking the front section even if we'd been in at the back. I was surprised that I could still carry such heavy trays and wrangle glasses and plates like that. Even with my tiny hands I can carry four glasses in one hand. Without spilling, too. I didn't break any dishes, either. Once the banquet closed we had to break everything down. I didn't get out of there till a quarter to seven. Ten hours on the job. I got $140 for my efforts, though, under the table. I feel like I earned that money fair and square, because my serving arm is still pretty sore. As soon as I got home Mom and I sat in the jacuzzi with lemonade to relax (she'd spent all day at the house painting) and then we watched us some CSI.
I was in bed by ten, and I slept eleven hours. Since the rest of the world is out shopping I'm going to take myself out to watch some Rent. And do some homework. And try to get caught up on the novel that I'm so terribly behind on.
It's been an unusual Thanksgiving, but hey, life happens.
I know I said I'd never waitress again, but Rebecca mentioned to Sid that I was a good worker and would I be willing to work during the Christmas break in a pinch? And I said yes. Sooo...today's icon is less for the beautiful blond boy and more for the text...honest...
I would have updated sooner, but anyone who knows me well knows that whenever someone asks if my sister still lives at home (despite the fact that she's married and has a house of her own) is asking a loaded question. Shaz spends lots of time over here because she hates being home alone and whenever she's here she's on the computer...which means I'm not.
Tuesday was short and sweet. Fire alarm went off again, this time at eight. But I needed to get up then anyway. Not sure why. Except to shower, really. My hair can take too long to dry when it's cold. CJ was boring, and afterwards I helped Jill with her photography project. It was quick and fun - I shall have to ask both Jill and Erin for their pictures of me because I've never been much of a model before (I usually hate having my picture taken) and I like artistic photographs as much as the next person. Lunch in the cafeteria was a quick affair, and then I drove home. Me, mom and Shaz went to see the Johnny Cash movie "Walk the Line." I've never been much of a country fan and was surprised at how many of his songs I knew (sadly there was no Boy Named Sue). The movie was pretty good and had an old-school fifties feel to its cinematography. I'm still not sure what I think of Johnny Cash as a person (I watched that Elvis special at the beginning of summer). Every now and then I would think of strange things, like when I was half-asleep and so conscious but unable to move and Nick told me that was what the first five minutes of an overdose felt like, but overall it was a pretty cool movie. We had some dinner - soup in bread bowls, and I love my mom's cooking - and then settled in to watch TV for the night. House was interesting. We girls have noticed that every week the episode has a theme. One was lying, last week's was cheating. I think this week's was disillusionment. House really thought he was going to get her back, and for a moment it seemed like he might have, but now he really isn't. Cameron really thought that getting high would help her, but it really didn't (although Dr. Chase, wow! I do still like blonds, you know). I was in bed by eleven, because Mom and I had decided to go Christmas shopping on Wednesday rather than try to brave Black Friday.
Wednesday was short and sweet. We went to Wal Mart to get the oil changed in my car, and get some Christmas shopping done. I got gifts for everyone on my list except for Nick (boys are bloody hard to buy for) and I still have to get mom's birthday present. She wants me and Shaz to each buy a rosebush, and she'll plant it, and each time they bloom she'll think of us (they'll be different types of roses). I think that's a really awesome idea. If I ever decide I like gardening and one day have kids I'll have a plant for each kid, too. *moronic grin* But I got my presents bought and most of them wrapped, and Christmas cards written and ready to go - although I'd like some of the gang to sign some cards as well. Mom and I went grocery shopping on our final stop, and when we got home I started cleaning out my car. And I found Nick's meds and his debit card. So he's off somewhere with no money. I ended up having to use that phone number anyway. All I got was the answering machine, so I left a message and my number, but no one called back. Weird.
The night before, Sid had called and said Rebecca, the restaurant manager, was in desperate need of servers for the big Thanksgiving day banquet. About a hundred bucks, and the banquet lasted from ten to four. Since we weren't going to do anything on Thursday anyway I said I'd be there. We watched some Criminal Minds, and then I went to bed early.
On Thursday I was up at half seven and in the shower. Mom fed me a nice big omelette and then I hit the road. I still had my black pants and shoes from the summer previous when I'd worked there as a waitress, so off I went. Rebecca was really glad to see me. Brenna and Lane, from my first summer there, were still there. As was Thomas, who usually worked the front desk but had been relegated to serving for the day. He's a D&D nerd, too, so we traded war stories. The banquet didn't open until ten, but we had to get everything set up beforehand - drinks and stuff. So there was lots of rushing around. I was surprised at how much I remembered about the layout of the kitchen. Rebecca threw a white button-down shirt and black apron at me and set me to work. The banquet uniforms are a hell of a lot nicer than the restaurant ones. Some of the scab workers who showed up were sent to the restaurant so Rebecca could use the more experienced workers at the banquet. The first section was seated at ten, so those of us who were assigned the second section (me, Thomas and Erica) helped out at the front, assisting with drinks and bussing tables. Since the banquet was mostly a buffet all we had to do was keep the drinks coming and get rid of the used plates. The food looked really good - turkey, stuffing, roast beef, roast pork, lobster, shrimp, mashed potatoes, green salads, a whole breakfast bar with omelettes, eggs and bacon and crepes, and then there were all the desserts, and the tray of gourmet cheese and crackers. But no matter how good the food looks, I can't eat when I'm serving. Because behind the walls of the lovely ballroom the uneaten food ends up in a large bin before we bus out the plates, and then it all just looks nasty and totally puts you off food. Or at least it did me. By the time my chance to eat came around it was pretty late. The last seating was at four, and Rebecca shifted some servers over to the restaurant so the scab workers ended up taking the front section even if we'd been in at the back. I was surprised that I could still carry such heavy trays and wrangle glasses and plates like that. Even with my tiny hands I can carry four glasses in one hand. Without spilling, too. I didn't break any dishes, either. Once the banquet closed we had to break everything down. I didn't get out of there till a quarter to seven. Ten hours on the job. I got $140 for my efforts, though, under the table. I feel like I earned that money fair and square, because my serving arm is still pretty sore. As soon as I got home Mom and I sat in the jacuzzi with lemonade to relax (she'd spent all day at the house painting) and then we watched us some CSI.
I was in bed by ten, and I slept eleven hours. Since the rest of the world is out shopping I'm going to take myself out to watch some Rent. And do some homework. And try to get caught up on the novel that I'm so terribly behind on.
It's been an unusual Thanksgiving, but hey, life happens.
I know I said I'd never waitress again, but Rebecca mentioned to Sid that I was a good worker and would I be willing to work during the Christmas break in a pinch? And I said yes. Sooo...today's icon is less for the beautiful blond boy and more for the text...honest...
