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Sep. 4th, 2006
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So, let's see...what-all have I done since I was last online? When was that? Thursday. Right.
So...Friday...
Steak House: Crappy tip day, but while I was rolling silverware--wait, back up and let me explain. All the waiters/waitresses are expected to roll silverware, which consists of taking a clean knife and fork, placing them on a paper napkin, and rolling them up. (Yeah, they don't come from a factory like that, lol, not real metal silverware.) I think a lot of people avoid doing this because it's boring, but I love doing it because A) you can do as much or as little as you need to kill time, especially if you're waiting on food for customers, B) you get to sit down while you do it--Taco Bell needs some tasks like that!, and C) they won't yell at you for sitting down because you're actually working. Anyway, I was rolling some fairly early in the morning (usually people wait until the end of the shift, and sometimes there aren't clean dishes yet because the dishwashers come to work an hour later than the wait people) and Chris walked by and started massaging my shoulders.
It felt GOOD. OMG. Like, we're not talking a little pat. We're talking digging his knuckles in, it almost hurts but not really, if he'd kept up it would've popped my back, all-out MASSAGE. I was all, "That feels good...mmm...keep that up." He couldn't, of course, we were both working, but...DAMN. That felt GOOD. I told Nico about it and he said, "Well, that means he either really does like you, or he's gay." XD I actually think he's a pathological flirt, because I've seen him doing it to some of the older women, lol--Paula, the manager, and Keri, another waitress who's just past thirty but seems more like she's in her early twenties. (I'm doing really well with names, I think, I've only forgotten one or two, but I only know one or two last names! Gah!)
Laurien had a bit of a fever on Friday night and Saturday morning, but it turned out to be just a hole in a $16 hose causing an antifreeze leak. I filled up the antifreeze tank and that was enough to get me home so Dad could put the new hose in.
After Taco Bell Friday night, Nico and I went and picked up the pictures with Wigz, and looked at them on the Kodak Picture-Maker machine there in the Walgreens. Some of them are hot, some of them are duds, lol, but you'll be seeing all the good-to-amazing ones tomorrow, when I shall be at school where I can post them.
My out-of-town family was at my house when I got there, but sleeping. I saw them for a few minutes on my way out in the morning. Chris didn't work Saturday, but I got better tips (I hope there's not some kind of connection! OMG!), and then didn't have to work at Taco Bell. I did stop by, though, to check my schedule. Ken was standing in the kitchen door when I walked in, and he was all, "Hey! I checked your test!"
This took a second to compute, but then I asked, "How'd I do?" And he said I'd missed two, and brought me the test to show me, but then was like, "Wait, no, that one's right..." And then the other was the proper temperature of the heating cabinet, which I KNEW was 165 but I wrote down as 195. Go me. I told him that and asked if I was getting the raise, and he told me that he'd already put it in.
*nance* So as of today I'm making $7.25 an hour! MASS SQUEENESS!
When I got home I got to play with the kids and stuff, typical for a visit from them, nothing exciting.
Sunday I slept hard, got up, went and visited with everyone, and then after they were all gone, I sorted/cropped the pics, watched movies, ate junk food. (Mom made Fruity Pebble treats, which are exactly like Rice Krispie treats except with Fruity Pebbles instead of Rice Krispies--YUM!) Tried to PRINT some of said pics and discovered that while my printer is sufficient for documents and simple images (like my ANTICROMBIE shirt), it sucks on actual photos. GAH. Will be spending $2.20 to print them at school for Mom. (I'll be posting more than that but there are some I don't want her to see.)
And that brings us to today--I worked 10-5, and have to be back at 10 PM and close. Last...Friday? Whenever. Nico knew he would be short of closers (someone quit, I think) and begged me to stay all day today, which I wouldn't do, so then he begged me to come back, which I said I would do, thinking I could kill three of the five-hour gap by using the computers at school, only to remember entirely too late (yesterday) that the library was closed. When I bitched about this to Nico he offered to let me come to his place and use his computer and take a nap on his couch, and that's what I'm doing now. (Using the computer, not taking a nap yet, lol, obviously.) And my mother claims he takes advantage of me because I drive him home all the time. XD
After I got off at Taco Bell I went to the Steak House for my check, only to find out that since it's a holiday, the checks won't go out until tomorrow. (I guess that Taco Bell's checks go out anyway because they're computerized, but the Steak House uses a flesh-and-blood accountant who takes holidays off, lol.) Chris informed me of this, and also said that he liked my do-rag, which detracts from Nico's gay theory because I was in my purple uniform and had a lime-green-striped do-rag on to cover up my Taco Bell hat-hair (which is always horrendous, lol). ^_^ So yay! Also I told him I was there for my schedule and he looked it up for me, put his hand on my back while he read it to me *coughthat'ssignificantrightcough*, and then Elisha (pronounced Alicia, another waitress) walked up and started talking about how they were going to drink there at the bar in the restaurant that night, and Chris turns to me and was like, "Hey, are you doing anything later--wait, you're only twenty, aren't you?" And I told him yeah, I have seven months to go, and he said, "Well, that's too bad, if you were just twenty-one you could sit here at the bar with us and drink tonight." I told him it was okay since I had to go back to Taco Bell anyway ("Aw, that sucks,"), and then it got busy and I didn't have the chance to tell him (but I will make a point of saying it when we work together Wednesday so as not to miss out should the opportunity arise again) that, did I not have to work tonight, I would have gladly sat up there and had a soda while everyone else drank, just to be sociable.
I find that drunken people are actually really entertaining, *halo* and who knows? In that kind of environment, with everyone loosening up, I just might have been able to ask him out. Probably. Every time I have a conversation with him I can feel the words "You're so funny/sweet/cute, would you like to go catch a movie with me sometime?" bubbling up on the tip of my tongue.
But then, there's still Steven from Taco Bell...and yet, in that case, he doesn't seem interested in being more than friends, and only work friends at that, not the kind of friends that hang out off the clock. I don't know. Whenever anyone teases him about any girl that works there (and my name has come up, thanks, Briannah), he's all like, "Um, no..." and all. But that could be more because of the teasing than the actual person in question, you know?
But whatever. Chris is more my age (Steven's ONLY eighteen! The poor kid's only now getting his driver's license!), and I think he's definitely expressed more interest. I think, at any rate, that I would rather pursue that avenue first.
And with that thought *yawn* I'm going to go take a quick nap. I think I'll get up around nine and go on back into town and get a chocolate milkshake before work--liquid happiness. Mmm.
So, let's see...what-all have I done since I was last online? When was that? Thursday. Right.
So...Friday...
Steak House: Crappy tip day, but while I was rolling silverware--wait, back up and let me explain. All the waiters/waitresses are expected to roll silverware, which consists of taking a clean knife and fork, placing them on a paper napkin, and rolling them up. (Yeah, they don't come from a factory like that, lol, not real metal silverware.) I think a lot of people avoid doing this because it's boring, but I love doing it because A) you can do as much or as little as you need to kill time, especially if you're waiting on food for customers, B) you get to sit down while you do it--Taco Bell needs some tasks like that!, and C) they won't yell at you for sitting down because you're actually working. Anyway, I was rolling some fairly early in the morning (usually people wait until the end of the shift, and sometimes there aren't clean dishes yet because the dishwashers come to work an hour later than the wait people) and Chris walked by and started massaging my shoulders.
It felt GOOD. OMG. Like, we're not talking a little pat. We're talking digging his knuckles in, it almost hurts but not really, if he'd kept up it would've popped my back, all-out MASSAGE. I was all, "That feels good...mmm...keep that up." He couldn't, of course, we were both working, but...DAMN. That felt GOOD. I told Nico about it and he said, "Well, that means he either really does like you, or he's gay." XD I actually think he's a pathological flirt, because I've seen him doing it to some of the older women, lol--Paula, the manager, and Keri, another waitress who's just past thirty but seems more like she's in her early twenties. (I'm doing really well with names, I think, I've only forgotten one or two, but I only know one or two last names! Gah!)
Laurien had a bit of a fever on Friday night and Saturday morning, but it turned out to be just a hole in a $16 hose causing an antifreeze leak. I filled up the antifreeze tank and that was enough to get me home so Dad could put the new hose in.
After Taco Bell Friday night, Nico and I went and picked up the pictures with Wigz, and looked at them on the Kodak Picture-Maker machine there in the Walgreens. Some of them are hot, some of them are duds, lol, but you'll be seeing all the good-to-amazing ones tomorrow, when I shall be at school where I can post them.
My out-of-town family was at my house when I got there, but sleeping. I saw them for a few minutes on my way out in the morning. Chris didn't work Saturday, but I got better tips (I hope there's not some kind of connection! OMG!), and then didn't have to work at Taco Bell. I did stop by, though, to check my schedule. Ken was standing in the kitchen door when I walked in, and he was all, "Hey! I checked your test!"
This took a second to compute, but then I asked, "How'd I do?" And he said I'd missed two, and brought me the test to show me, but then was like, "Wait, no, that one's right..." And then the other was the proper temperature of the heating cabinet, which I KNEW was 165 but I wrote down as 195. Go me. I told him that and asked if I was getting the raise, and he told me that he'd already put it in.
*nance* So as of today I'm making $7.25 an hour! MASS SQUEENESS!
When I got home I got to play with the kids and stuff, typical for a visit from them, nothing exciting.
Sunday I slept hard, got up, went and visited with everyone, and then after they were all gone, I sorted/cropped the pics, watched movies, ate junk food. (Mom made Fruity Pebble treats, which are exactly like Rice Krispie treats except with Fruity Pebbles instead of Rice Krispies--YUM!) Tried to PRINT some of said pics and discovered that while my printer is sufficient for documents and simple images (like my ANTICROMBIE shirt), it sucks on actual photos. GAH. Will be spending $2.20 to print them at school for Mom. (I'll be posting more than that but there are some I don't want her to see.)
And that brings us to today--I worked 10-5, and have to be back at 10 PM and close. Last...Friday? Whenever. Nico knew he would be short of closers (someone quit, I think) and begged me to stay all day today, which I wouldn't do, so then he begged me to come back, which I said I would do, thinking I could kill three of the five-hour gap by using the computers at school, only to remember entirely too late (yesterday) that the library was closed. When I bitched about this to Nico he offered to let me come to his place and use his computer and take a nap on his couch, and that's what I'm doing now. (Using the computer, not taking a nap yet, lol, obviously.) And my mother claims he takes advantage of me because I drive him home all the time. XD
After I got off at Taco Bell I went to the Steak House for my check, only to find out that since it's a holiday, the checks won't go out until tomorrow. (I guess that Taco Bell's checks go out anyway because they're computerized, but the Steak House uses a flesh-and-blood accountant who takes holidays off, lol.) Chris informed me of this, and also said that he liked my do-rag, which detracts from Nico's gay theory because I was in my purple uniform and had a lime-green-striped do-rag on to cover up my Taco Bell hat-hair (which is always horrendous, lol). ^_^ So yay! Also I told him I was there for my schedule and he looked it up for me, put his hand on my back while he read it to me *coughthat'ssignificantrightcough*, and then Elisha (pronounced Alicia, another waitress) walked up and started talking about how they were going to drink there at the bar in the restaurant that night, and Chris turns to me and was like, "Hey, are you doing anything later--wait, you're only twenty, aren't you?" And I told him yeah, I have seven months to go, and he said, "Well, that's too bad, if you were just twenty-one you could sit here at the bar with us and drink tonight." I told him it was okay since I had to go back to Taco Bell anyway ("Aw, that sucks,"), and then it got busy and I didn't have the chance to tell him (but I will make a point of saying it when we work together Wednesday so as not to miss out should the opportunity arise again) that, did I not have to work tonight, I would have gladly sat up there and had a soda while everyone else drank, just to be sociable.
I find that drunken people are actually really entertaining, *halo* and who knows? In that kind of environment, with everyone loosening up, I just might have been able to ask him out. Probably. Every time I have a conversation with him I can feel the words "You're so funny/sweet/cute, would you like to go catch a movie with me sometime?" bubbling up on the tip of my tongue.
But then, there's still Steven from Taco Bell...and yet, in that case, he doesn't seem interested in being more than friends, and only work friends at that, not the kind of friends that hang out off the clock. I don't know. Whenever anyone teases him about any girl that works there (and my name has come up, thanks, Briannah), he's all like, "Um, no..." and all. But that could be more because of the teasing than the actual person in question, you know?
But whatever. Chris is more my age (Steven's ONLY eighteen! The poor kid's only now getting his driver's license!), and I think he's definitely expressed more interest. I think, at any rate, that I would rather pursue that avenue first.
And with that thought *yawn* I'm going to go take a quick nap. I think I'll get up around nine and go on back into town and get a chocolate milkshake before work--liquid happiness. Mmm.