wouldn't you know...

oh if only i would have had my life more in control last september...i suppose one has to figure these things out in some way to move forward.
it's being ok with how things are and still striving for more. it's not letting these silly vegans get me down and keeping my mind and heart open...

how do you tell someone what you need to tell them when it's exactly the opposite of what you told them before?

i miss CHEEsE... Meat and CHEESE

Meat and Cheese... the next great post/punk neodisco duo since mgmt...featuring me and John Brown on synth and beats, singing about What would karyn do? gosh i hope we get busy soon.


so someone convinced me that i should go raw for a week. which actually isn't that hard since i work in a vegan restaurant. except it drives me to drink. which is why i went on the whole detox thing because who can afford to go out partyn' on our pay. right? bah. i still need a job. arugulah.

holy wheat gluten. i need a second job to pay for the alcoholism that karyn's is causing. Actually, everyone is pretty cool. if only we didn't all work at the same time and actually made some money

and dancing at the gay bar is FUN

wait...i actually found a job?

Ok, its not my dream job and the whole idea of vegan food isn't well, reliable. but what am i gonna do. its a new place and it could do well. somehow it does make me miss the walnut room, where i may have been the most fit person. did i mention i work with models? FRICKEN models. and there is no way i'm going to be able to get away with automatic gratuity or sub par service for sub par food. Not that i hung out with all the old ladies at the walnut room, but i do miss all my buddies...and the sexy french manager...teehee

But the vegan thing. hmm, we haven't actually opened yet and i can pretend to pair white wines with "fish inspired" entrees, mamma be proud. or the boy i like the most who got engaged right before the new year and not to me we were still talking bout dating in july. :( hope he's happy

and the walnut room did give me money for the tattoo! woo hoo so even though i move every 4 to six months, i have a home on my arm. yay.

and being single is alright cause i'm employed! EMPLOYED! off of craigslist none the less. we'll see how it opens

fml fml fml fml

SO, my lovely managers stuck me in a window section with 6! tables. (i am much to lazy for six fricken tables) and no busser for a fricken hour and a half where i was SAT at PRETTY MUCH every TABLE and i got tipped 2 dollars on a 78 dollar tab. cause i wasn't refilling waters as fast as i should of cause i HAD no GOSH DARN busser. and a family of 12 didn't get their cheeseburgers and for no reason i CRIED and eye liner ran down my face and for the rest of the night i looked all haggard. and then, i'm pretty convinced i waited on a pro footballer's family of 10 so that made up for the tips i lost with the shitty tables...

but i cried AGAIN when my manager made fun of me and then AGAIN when i realized that my keys for my house, bike, and locker were in fact, inside my locker... fml.

but tattoo...we may actually have the funds...we'll see

party table from HELL

Omg, its the holidays, right? where people are supposed to be nice and easy going? FML!

So, not only was it a table of TWELVE, but there were 3 rather well dressed BRATS sucking down kiddy cocktails like its the day before lent, but there are 2 hoity toity wives asking for special things on their salads and 2 snooty husbands huffing over the wine selection...oh and the kitchen is going to fuck up each order, bring out half my entrees, completely forget the man who is PAYING the bill and i'm still running around making god-damned kiddy cocktails while ignoring my other 2 tables who just want a "nice" holiday meal by the big christmas tree...fawk.

And then, they think 30 dollars is a good tip on an almost 300 dollar table...fml

oh, training at the walnut room...on black friday

retail genious, i'm sure. let's see, hmm lets just hire and train a bunch of seasonal personelle on the busiest day of the retail year. ok yes.

also, have i mentioned the man that trained me? he was awesome. you know that guy in office space who is all about his red stapler. yes, that one with the thick glasses...anywhoo, picture that but big and GAY! Fabulous! and he's really cheeky... oh these serverforlife types...

this is why i'm changing careers...