June 26, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged communism!, work
It became very clear to me today that the company I work for has a communist agenda.
As you can imagine, I wasn’t really aware of this when I applied for the job, but I can assure you that the threat is very real!
I work in a fairly casual fine dining restaurant where people pay an above average amount of money for our services. These include, high quality food, booze, and an occasional joke and smile from me. Yesterday I was asked for a watermelon and peach smoothie, we have neither ingredient on hand at the restaurant, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t hunt it down in the banquet kitchens.
Obviously customer service is a big deal, and we are expected to treat everyone like they are our grandmothers, except the VIPs. The VIPs are normally either executives of big companies or associates with the firm that owns us, they are treated like great grandmas. Whenever these type of people are hanging around everyone gets very excited and try to look busy. We are always advised of their presence and told to take extra special care of them, I was even shhhsd for laughing in the kitchen because ‘they were there.’ Oh no!
This is the problem as I see it: We are a fancy type of place where everyone is supposed to be treated equally and everyone is happy, but we also have our red underwear wearing party leaders who come in and demand service above and beyond what is expected of a normal guest. Of course they would say that this is the level that everyone should be getting, but we all know the truth. Lenin manages with a heavy hand and must be appeased. The working class can handle a cut back in their weekly rations so the people running the show can enjoy caviar and baby mice wine, right comrade?
June 23, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged cats, murder
i realized the other day my cats will need a home. jeremy is fat, lazy, loving, and loves to throw up his food that he gorges himself on. marley is a ferocious attack cat; he is sleek, snuggly, adventurous, and sheds like it’s his job. any takers?
well it turns out that my aunt needs a pet, and has been promising my cousins some animal love for a while now. i was outlining the awesomeness of my two cats to her when i walked into the kitchen and saw this massacre:
apparently one of the swallows that nest in our eves made the mistake of getting too close to the balcony ledge where jeremey was pretending to be lazy. the africa-hot sun has let up in the last couple days and he is quick for his size!
i didn’t mention to her that my cat murders other animals.
June 22, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged birth control, food
little 12 year old girl to another little 12 year old girl: was it little, did it look like a little spider monkey?
and
little 12 year old boy with a straw in his mouth talking to another little 12 year old boy(none of them were 20, okay?): look it looks like i am smoking weed.
jesus christ i am not having children.
is it possible to get full eating salad without some sort of protein included? i just ate a salad for lunch bigger then a tree and i am starving.
June 21, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged africa-hot, beer, pirates
yesterday i made adam hang out with me. normally you don’t have to make friends want to drink, but adam just spent a million dollars so that he could take some dumb test. now he studies.
we went to this totally sweet bar called the blarney stone in clairemont mesa. two strange things happened there. corey showed up, i haven’t seen her in a long while. she is going to australia around the same time i am going to be in nz, we are supposed to hang out i think. i really don’t remember. what i do remember is the freakin’ totally awesome PIRATE BAND. yes, the bar had a pirate band playing. they were dressed up for some shenanigans and handed out awesome pirate flags.
floating beer pong tables are life savers when it is hotter than the sun africa hot outside.
yesterday was a very nice day.
June 20, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged arkansas, girls
she told me i was cute, i told her she was pretty. she was leaving for arkansas in the morning, home. i told her that champagne and the spa were always better then packing, she of course agreed.
i cut myself picking up her broken glass. she kissed my cut finger, i kissed her back. she told me she had a boyfriend, i told her i did too. just kidding. but she smiled, and kissed me back.
ashley, with pretty eyes, thanks for the pretzels, that was nice of you.
June 19, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged naked
i am sitting at my computer naked. time to go to sleep.
