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Monday, June 05, 2006

Misty Watered Colored Memories

I choose to apply to the particular restaurant in town I am working at specifically because, among other reasons, I have worked there before and knew they would rehire me. It was my first real job, working there from when I was sixteen to twenty. Actually I truly believe that this establishment (or rather the coworkers within) was the number one reason that I went from a non-drinking good girl, to the PG-13 version you know now of me. ::wink::wink::

Having had not only a month off from all things work, but also having been a year since I last waited on tables, I was exhausted on Thursday evening, my first night training. I actually had to sit down a couple times throughout the few hours that I worked because I felt as though I was going to pass out. This is completely unlike me, and concerned me that I wasn’t going to be able to once again wait on tables. This fear subsided when I got home and realized I had a fever of nearly 101 degrees.

I then had the joy of calling in sick my second shift at work, I couldn’t even stand up without feeling as though the inside of my head was bigger than the outside, and I was going to tip over right there. Luckily they know me and I wasn’t too concerned about a first impression being ruined.

When I returned on Saturday, my scheduled seven hour shift turned into an eleven hour shift. They were short staffed, and as I know the ropes better than many of the employees they currently have there, I ended up covering someone's shift (bussing, but at least I made some cash). After ten years away the biggest obstacle I had was learning new places that they now put things.

Oddly, two girls (I guess I should now call them women?) that I used to hang out with all of the time, had also returned in the last year. Although I worked my ass off Saturday night, I would almost hardly consider it so, as it allowed for ample time to catch up with the girls that I hadn’t spoken to in about five and eight years.

One of the girls, Misty, always reminded me of a “Precious Moments” doll. With naturally light blond hair that hung nearly to her waist, beautiful porcelain white skin and big blue eyes (nothing has changed in ten years) any guy was putty in her hands… and with her soft demeanor she worked them all over. Misty was a blast to hang out with.

I was reminded of one year we went to a Halloween party at this apartment complex. Misty’s very cute, very shy male cousin allowed us to dress him up as a girl. He had gone to the Goodwill and got a retro dress and we curled his longer hair and added make-up. After he was all done, we all admired what a beautiful girl he made.

The party was held within an apartment building complex. All six floors of apartments opened up their front doors so guests to the building could easily case the joint find an apartment that best suited each person's taste. Misty and our group went in and had a great night. Unfortunately as fun as the multi-leveled party was, we gathered the most joy in watching her shy cousin poorly attempt to fend off guys.

Shy cousin was hit on by guys all night long. It was fucking hilarious. Though you or I might say something subtle like, "Dumbass, I'm a dude, the dress is only for Halloween", he was too shy to have any idea what to say and these guys each thought they would be the one to bring this shy, yet beautiful, girl out of her shell. Sadly, Misty and I couldn’t wouldn’t help him. We instead found ourselves very busy sitting back and watching. It was priceless.

I think that returning to work here wasn’t a bad choice at all… the only downfall is that I have to retrain, including taking several food tests… which I have yet to study for, yet assured the manager I would have them all completed today… studying shall be accomplished this morning, I hope.

Random 1: Yesterday I had two different guys, at two different times, stop me and ask what perfume I was wearing, because I smelled great. It was one of the few days I actually didn’t wear any. Maybe God is trying to tell me that I should no longer wear it, that he created a perfectly fine smelling OCG… right?

Random 2: If you want a chill CD with beats for your summer soundtrack, check out Wax Tailor. If you have good taste in music you shouldn’t be disappointed. (Loaded statement, eh?)

Happy Monday…


  • At 6/05/2006 08:54:00 AM, Blogger Sizzle said…

    so if i am understanding you correctly, misty's cousin (the boy) looks like a girl so straight guys were hitting on him? now that is something to watch!

    good luck studying- it will give you practice for when you go back to school. ;)

  • At 6/05/2006 01:06:00 PM, Anonymous brackfry said…

    Hey... that Wax Tailor sample sounded pretty good for french (yes?) acid jazz... Hope all is well- JRL

  • At 6/05/2006 01:45:00 PM, Blogger Michael said…

    Wait, those guys were hitting on the dude, and not Misty and you? They must have been either really drunk, or kinda gay. :P

    That's a great story though. Sometimes you have to hang your friends out to dry for the sake of the group's entertainment. :D

  • At 6/05/2006 09:13:00 PM, Blogger Dr. Kenneth Noisewater said…

    I can smell you all the way from Chicago. Don't change a thing. Smells like . . . french fry stink on a dirty apron.

  • At 6/06/2006 07:01:00 AM, Blogger Bone said…

    I used to date a girl who always wanted to paint my nails. Good Lord, what is up with that?!

    One day I finally said I'd let her if she'd let me shave her moustache. That was the end of that relationship.

  • At 6/06/2006 06:56:00 PM, Blogger Mr_Rodacre said…

    me likey the Wax Tailor! Thanks OCG!

  • At 6/06/2006 08:38:00 PM, Blogger Nihilistic said…

    OF THE WAY WE WERE!!!!! That song is so in my head for the rest of the night!

  • At 6/07/2006 08:44:00 PM, Blogger ocg said…

    Sizz- It was a sight to watch!

    Please dont remind about school yet, I have a few weeks to pretend I don't have to go...

    brackisback- Diggin' on Wax Tailor hard right now...

    Nameless- Either we didn't get hit on, or they were highly forgetable... either is possible... but they probably were a little of both...

    Absolutely sometimes one must hang a friend out, it for the good of everyone.

    Dr.K- I thought the same thing about the second guy who stopped me after working, "Yes, I am wearing eau d' restaurant..."

    Bone- You would turn down a manicure?!?! That doesn't sound like you...

    Mr.R- I am soo glad you like him, I will send some other new music out your way soon.

    Nih- Hee hee... it worked!


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