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September 18th, 2007
12:27 pm
This morning, I woke up like any normal day and headed out the door (early, even) to go to work. I walked to my car which was parked on the sidewalk and immediately, I notice that my car has been broken into. The passenger-side window was smashed in, leaving particles of glass all over my front passenger seat as well as the driver's and back seats. It took nearly an hour to get all the glass shards out because alot of them had shattered into tiny cubicle pieces. In the meanwhile, I had to assess all the other damage that was incurred and it wasn't just the stereo that was torn out, they also took all the cds that were in my dashboard. I know it sounds frivolous but I was probably more upset about that than anything else because my music collection is a proud one and it took me awhile to amass everything. After that, I immediately called the police to make a report and they only added to my frustration. I understand that they're too busy to come and physically look at my car but I think it's dumb that all I get is a phone call which I'm told to expect from the hours of 7 AM to 10 PM today or tomorrow. Then I call my insurance to report the break-in, only to be made aware of the fact that my whole phone call was a waste since they don't cover comprehensive damage for my car. I didn't think it could get any worse. All I could think about doing was strangling someone or something. If my insurance company was a tangible entity, I would've bicycle-kicked it. If the people who broke into my car are ever caught, it's so unfathomable I can't begin to imagine the shit I'd do to them.
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March 25th, 2007
01:29 am
I'm at home for a few days for Spring Break and I am as bored as ever. I thought coming home to visit my family would be worth leaving Nick in San Diego for but in truth, it isn't. I love my parents and my brothers but there's really nothing for me to do here, I've come to realize. All my friends are still in school (they don't go by the quarter system like we do) and since I'm not really one to do crazy, outdoorsy things by my lonesome, I end up just listening to lots of NPR, watching lots of movies, and cleaning when those aforementioned tasks get weary. I even resorted to youtube-ing for old songs I used to like. I watched the video for "Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizon just because I wanted to take a stroll down Nostalgia Lane but all it took me to was Kitschy Street. It was kind of a bad video, yeah.
Current Music: Jeanette - Porque Te Vas
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September 23rd, 2006
08:51 pm
I'm pathetic sometimes.
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August 2nd, 2006
11:10 pm
In light of all the events that occured at work (false accusations, undercutting,and cheating among many)I had a rather nice night at the sushi restaurant tonight. It's probably because the thorn in my side, AKA the dickhole of a manager, was not present to make life miserable for me. Instead, I got to share my shift with Bobby who is quite possibly the most well-read, engaging, and definitely most talkative person I've ever met. His grows out the nail on his index finger because he asserts that it helps him pluck his guitar better without a pick. Yeah. Anyway, he understands what I'm going through because he's been there for a little over a year and at one point, faced the same things I did. Somehow, he got stuck working there and hasn't been able to "escape the clutches of Hell's sphincter", as he put so eloquently. It's nice to have someone there to share in your pain.
Working during happy hour is also quite an interesting experience. All the previous jobs I've had in which I dealt with foods and services never involved alcohol. When you put drinks and college students in one room, the equation amounts to roughly drunkloudmessybuthilarious.55879. Tonight, I served a table of four and three of them (excluding the designated driver for the night)decided to dabble in the sake-bomb experience. The quotient of their alcohol intake over their sound judgment went up as the night wore on. (They were there for a considerable amount of time.) They weren't really menacing, however. They just spoke alot of shit--mostly murmured in a foreign drunk-man language. Apart of a conversation one of the inebriated guys and I had:
Him: I think I love you---I mean...I like your shoes.
Me: Uhm, thank you...
Him: Would you have premarital relations with me?
Me: What?
Him: I mean...I like your hair. Your hair is real nice. It complements your shoes.
Me: You're kind but I think you should stop with the alcohol for tonight. It's clouding your judgment.
Him: YOU're clouding my judgment.
Me: HA! Right. The bill it is.
At least they tipped well. Having to endure their drunk sesh wasn't in vain afterall.
Drunk people are hilarity.com/kindaobnoxiousbutmorehilarious
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Nick is coming back tomorrow and I can't wait to swap stories with him. French adventures versus waitressing during happy hour. I know this sounds incredibly hokey and lame but I've missed him more than he probably realizes.
Current Music: Psapp - Calm Down
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July 19th, 2006
08:06 pm - Edamame woes.
I'm sitting outside on the balcony with my laptop at 8 at night because ironically enough, it's brighter outside than it is in our condo. Despite the oh-so-ambient sounds from a lady hacking to death--I think she's a bad smoker--in the balcony below us, I'm pretty comfortable right now.
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I already despise my sushi waitressing job and I've barely started. I would say that is a relatively bad sign. We do get to start off as waitresses but we also have to simultaneously act as hostesses, bussers, and cashiers. That's not what I find unappealing about the job though; I mean, certain tasks come in conjunction with certain types of occupations and I understand that. What I have grown to loathe are the employers. It's a family-owned business and I have come to learn that family-owned franchises are not fun to work for. In this case, the managers are constantly quarreling and gossiping about each other--their own flesh and blood. I'll work the uncle one day and he'll tell me to heat the edamame. The next day, I'll work with his niece and she'll get upset that I heat the edamame because it "should only be an option for the customer". She'll walk away sighing and shaking her head. Sometimes, I'll be standing by the cash register and the uncle will just approach me and start complaining about how naive his niece is, how he knows what he's doing because he's business-minded, and how I will eventually hate working there. Way to keep a new employee at bay. But he's right; I've already started to hate working there.
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I miss Nick. He needs to come back from France. =(
Current Music: Aphex Twins - Violin Solo
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July 13th, 2006
06:53 pm - Impending doom.
Apparently, I am surrounded by toxic beads. Becky's beanbag pillow in the shape of a strawberry decided to leak micro-styrofoam beads and what was once a tiny hole grew to be a BIG tear because we're lazy and none of us wanted to toss it. Now these doodads are all over the futon.
I'm not sure why they were described as "toxic", really. I think maybe the manufacturers are afraid these DEADLY little beads will sneak their way into my eye sockets, mouth, nose, an ears; then enter my system and clog up my blood stream.
Cause I sure as hell am not going to accidentally ingest them.
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