The worst night ever...

(above being said in loud announcer voice with 'ever' echoing in the distance)

I awoke this morning and couldn't bear the thought of getting out of bed. This was not due to sleepiness and the desire to drift back into some wonderful dream land. This was out of sheer fear as to what today may behold. I feel as though if I even dare to utter "It couldn't be as bad as yesterday was" the gods would scoff at me and show me who was boss... However, they would have a task in front of them.

I could go into elaborate detail as to all of the events that caused my head to be pounding out of frustration when I awoke today... but I shall try and just list the important details.

I have a second job. Honestly I hate having a second job. Hate it. But I am trying to be finacially responsible and eliminate some of the debt that I have created for myself (damn education). So I work at a Mexican food restaurant a couple of nights a week. Oh, I know it sounds all glitz and glamour- but you might be surprised to find it rather the contrary. I am still new to the establishment, and honestly question how much longer I may be able to stay. I am leaving for New York in two weeks- so this is my driving motivation to not through down my apron and say adios to everyone as I run exiting through the door. I realize I am there to make $$$ and pay for more of my wants in life, as well as my needs.

So last night at the restaurant...

I stand around for an hour as when I got there as we were not busy. I would rather pay the minimum wage salary to not be there doing nothing. One of my best friends, JP, lives across the street so I would have loved to hang out over there and try to unwind a bit from day job- before hitting the night one.

I accidently dropped a visa slip behind this computer terminal- thinking it was easy to remedy I got one of the bussers, only to find out he had to crawl through the storage space below the building to retrieve this single slip.

When I get tables I find out the card I use to ring in orders doesn't work on the half of the computers closest to my station- so for the remainder of the night I have to push through the bar crowd to use the furthest computer- to ensure I can get my food.

I pulled out a drawer at the front hostess stand, didn't judge how short it was and proceed to drop it to the ground, crayons flying everywhere- and I broke the drawer so it could n't be placed back into the stand (oops).

I had a table, as my tip, leave me a couple of dollars and a torn half-used books of postage stamps. Seriously?!? What were the thinking? I wonder if I could just forward those on to pay a portion of my car loan.

I spilt a Coke all over a table of girls on their way out. Nothing spreads St. Patricks love like sticky soda down the front of your cute green oufit.

So you can see the evening was off to a fine start. I was sooo excited to get off work, go back to JP's, pick up my stuff, and just go home. I went to JP's, lights were off and a sinking feeling arose in my stomach- and the pressing question of "why Lord, oh why, did I leave my mobile and car keys in her house?" Just as I tried to open her now-locked door. Nobody was home. Joyful joyful. I went back to work and over the course of an hour I blew up her cell, that she didn't answer. However some guy answered twice. When I asked to speak with her his drunk comedy was to tell me that he was her agent so I needed to go through him for anything. I was over it, so I sternly told him to put her on the phone and he said I had a bad attitude and hung up on me. He had no F'n idea as to how rude I wanted to be. Finally as I sat alone in the dark of the restaurant with one remaining busser she called back finally home. I went there she got mad at me that I had left a rude message on her phone. And I just had to get out of there.

I drove home so excited to nearly be at the end of my day. I just wanted a glass of wine and to relax for a few minutes prior to going to bed, as I had to get up in a few hours time to start my day all over again...

Now I wrote an entire entry of who "ooo doggie" is yesterday, but still learning this entire blog thing I accidently erased it once I was nearly complete, and decided it was a sign from God to move on and share that story at some other point. Long story short my roommate has befriended a gentleman who finds it necessary to holler "ooo doggie" when he.... finishes.

... So I arrived home. Finally. So I walk up to my house (our entry is all sliding glass doors into our living room) and what is my greeting home? Ooo doggie is 'servicing' my roommate on my couch while listening to Bel Biv Devo. As they were a mere few feet inside the door, I had to tap on the glass so I would go in to the midst of that. I walk into my room, shut the door behind me, and they move into her room (which is right next to mine) and turn on music in there. They didn't turn off the living room stereo- they just added more to the mess of noise. I put in ear plugs- texted a friend what was going on. He replied to check out Leno. I turned it on and saw some guy that I couldn't place so took out one of my ear plugs and realized my roommate had moved on to more of a mutual act and they were both being FAR TOO LOUD for someone who has a roommate attempting to sleep on the other side of the wall. I replaced the ear plug and went to sleep.

I woke up this morning to a final text that said the guy I saw was the actor who played Napoleon Dynamite. Only my favorite in the entire world...

tres dommage.

Today is a new day, no?