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A reader asked if I was in jail since I haven’t posted in so long. That is a valid question, but the answer is no. I’m still running the streets being a menace to society.
My friend Michele is here from New York and we’ve been working and having fun. We snaked her basement drain, cleaned the mold off her floor, cut up an old mattress, drank pina coladas, ate lots of good food, and watched a funny show called ‘Strangers with Candy’. We have more projects, both work and fun, planned for the future.
I started this blog years ago as a way to get some free therapy, and it’s obvious I shouldn’t skip any “therapy” sessions. I completely lost my shit at work on Saturday night. I lost my shit in a way I don’t think I ever have before in a work environment. ***There are some issues, some things that are irritating the shit out of me that have been going on for months and Saturday night I was not equipped to ignore them any longer. Three times I walked through the dining room, down the hall, out the back door and to my van with the intention of just driving off. One time I stood out in the alley and screamed, “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! IT’S JUST LIKE WORKING AT THE HARRIBALSAC!”
Last night when I was slightly more rational, but still furious, I talked to Pro Rodeo about the issues. I made sure I talked to him when there were other servers with me, and not surprisingly they agreed there is a problem. He said he would fix the problem immediately. I hope so because I’m either going to look for a new job or I’m going to put on my bitchface and treat some people the way I treated the idiots at the Harribalsac, well except that fighting with people uses up too much of my energy and it’s just easier to find something else to do.
I left the Harribalsac because I was tired of working with adult children. I like to play and have fun as much as the next person, but there is a time to work and a time to play, and I get really annoyed with people who can’t seem to tell the difference. In the end, people fucking off when they should be working makes me less efficient and then my wallet suffers. If my wallet ain’t happy, nobody’s happy.
***Freaking Arlo chewed my modem cord again so this post is in code. I’m too lazy to set up a PPP on a borrowed computer and if I start typing actual names, I may go insane again and break the borrowed computer.