So my friend's wedding was very cool to attend; rarely have I seen her so beautiful and happy. I spent a great deal of time with mutual friends of ours. It's funny, the friends I have met in Mass are the kinds of people you can not see for a really long time, and when it's time to get together, we all utter the same promises of keeping in contact, but our lives are usually swimming busily out of control too much to make good on those promises. The true beauty of all of that is that when we are together we all remember why it is we make those promises, anyhow. There's nothing like old-as-fuck friendships to remind you where you came from.
The bitty bar I think I am quitting. I have been paid for 1 of 7 shifts I have worked, and the owner somehow thinks he can make demands on me. Because he has broken his end of the deal, I might have to as well. I feel such guilt for my extreme feelings of responsibility but I have to adjust and get some balls to just get the fuck out.
I am super menstrual-in-pain cranky girl. When ...
So I left my previous position as a gym rat to live a simpler and more relaxed lifestyle. Somehow in my job choices, this has involved working several 12 to 15 hour days. In fact, over the past three days I have clocked 39 hours. Of course this is not due to one, but two smashing positions. One being at a little bar at Essex and Houston, and the other on the roof (penthouse) of the G hotel. How did my tattooed ass get a job in such a pretty place? Damn if I know. People actually asked me how I did tonight with all the tattoos I have. Because I am competent, and I can talk to anyone, and I am a model, I told them. Then I realized I didn't really care either way, but I did get hired by the guy backing the whole project. Between he and the other two bar managers, things have really gone along swimmingly.
Oh but wait-this was an entry about how aggravating working all the time is! Given an apparent lack of competent bartenders at this hotel, they have asked me to basically work any day I have available. So by the ...
People always ask me why it is I always try to do everything when tasks could be easily doled out. Because I realize something: you really cannot count on anyone but yourself to finish a job you care about. I used to get into trouble with it all the time at work, but I really feared for the competency of the people around me. I mean, they weren't retarded, but you really don't know how far from that they might have been. And so I sit, in a place where most of my friends are sleeping off their bad hangovers, and I am wondering why it is I continually am that disappointed by people around me. I mean, I have pretty much reclaimed my independence to my own life, switching my job and taking care of business. I cannot go to school this fall without a literal miracle, because of a mistake made in my loan repayment.
I came home tonight and the dog had taken a bite out of my mattress, and I freaked out on her. My new mattress with evidence of a bite mark from my jealous dog. The result is the continued abolishment of the animal to ...
