karriezai: ([me] [cell] cleavage)
I went to Hooters for the first time today. I had a lot of fun. Our waitress was amazing, very friendly and attentive... and when I asked her how she liked working there, she went into detail about how much she liked it and then asked me, "Can I get you an application?" I was very encouraged. Danny's all for it, too. I asked him if he'd really be okay with guys staring all day long and he said, "Well, you wouldn't tell me that part." Later on I asked him more about it, like if I have a day where some asshole really bugged me, and he said basically he just wouldn't want to hear something like "Today this guy groped my ass and his hands were so big," in his uncanny girly voice. I told him I wouldn't think like that anyway, and he said he knows, and that's why it wouldn't be a problem.

Anyway we bought me a shirt, and told his parents I was thinking of applying, and they were all for it too. His mom told me how her experience modeling when she was younger helped give her a foot in the door in the government job she got when she was nearly eighteen, and she's worked for the government ever since. His dad told me how much money girls there can make and gave me tips for getting better tips XD Plus I told my brother and his reaction was, "Oh, awesome! But wait, that would ruin Hooters for me! I could never go to a Hooters where my sister works." But he liked the idea.

I'm surprised by all the positive feedback and encouragement. I never wanted to be a waitress, but if I decided to do it, Hooters would be the ideal place, I think. I'm sure girls there get great tips, plus the menu is really simple, not like there's anything complex to remember. Just "Who ordered the extra spicy and who ordered the mild?" I mean, I'm not too concerned about sexual harrassment. A company like that has to have strong policies for it, and I'm sure most guys who go to the restaurant are perfectly good-natured and know not to expect much even if they do slip you their number. So I think I'm going to apply. Our waitress said if I come by Monday through Thursday between 2 and 4 with an application, a manager would sit down and talk with me.

So I'm just going to talk to my mom about it. She was a waitress at Pizza Hut when she was younger and I want her input.
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Let's see. I've gotten some decent studying done, but not much else. I started on one of the books for stupid-class, but by 'start' I mean, well, two chapters. And they're little chapters, this isn't a six chapter book or anything. I read the Noh plays I need to make up before and took notes, so writing a little two-page blurb or so shouldn't be a problem... but there's still a lot of other shit I need to do. And I work tomorrow night. So fuck.

The stuff for stupid-class can be put off a while longer, I think. I guess I should probably do the one that's actually due on Tuesday, no sense in making it late when I'm actually there. But the make-up assignment, what's another day or two?

Um. Beyond that. I had my birthday dinner with Danny's parents tonight (I guess it's yesterday now...). They got me two $50 gas cards, very useful; a shirt and skirt set; and a watch with interchangeable bands. I love how I'm a part of their family so much that they get me birthday presents... and not just little $10 trinkets. She must have spent as much as $150 on me. Danny and I got her mother's day cards, and I got her one from Hobbes too because I saw it and couldn't resist.

I worked today and looked at the schedule and realized Debra changed it. Now I'm scheduled to work Wednesday and whichever weekend day I wasn't scheduled on before. Which freaking sucks. If ever there was a time I didn't need her adding days to my schedule without talking to me about it first, it's now. It's the end of the semester, finals are next week, I don't need to deal with this crap right now! I'm going to try to cover my shift on Wednesday, but even if I can't get it covered I'm not going to work. I won't just flake, I'll tell them I'm not coming. But I'm not going to go. They changed it on me after I was already scheduled to have off. It's the day after my birthday (when on my birthday I have class form 9:30AM to 9PM including two big tests), plus I have a shitload of studying/work left before finals. Kiss my ass, it isn't my problem, and if you want to fire me for it, I'll find a job that isn't freaking retarded. You need me way more than I need you, anyway.

I'm tired. Just waiting for Danny to be ready to go to bed.

On the plus side, I may not have to take my psych final. If I make a B+ or higher on the midterm Tuesday I won't go, assuming the final is one of the exams he'll drop. He's supposed to drop the lowest grade, I'm assuming that means the final if the final happens to be the lowest.

Er. So I'm messaging back and forth with both Deborah and my brother. I'm telling Cris how amazing Iron Man is because he gets to go see it next weekend. With Deborah, we're figuring out roommate stuff and sort of getting to know each other a little.

I guess that's it. Tired now.
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Friday barely exists for me. Thursday I went to bed at... one-ish after watching Click. No school on Friday, just work at 4, so one was a reasonable bedtime, yes? (Click was decent, by the way. I enjoyed watching it, at least.)

Woke up Friday at one in the afternoon (after waking up once or twice during the night and trying cough drops and that throat spray to no effect until my dose of medicine kicked in) and had no voice. At all. It was kinda scary really. So I had Cris call my parents so one of them could call my work to say I wasn't coming in. (I knew he'd be too chicken to call himself, the big scaredybear.) Went back to sleep at like... three. Slept on and off until twelve Saturday (today). So out of those twenty-four hours, I was awake maybe twenty? Ish? That's a lot of sleep. So today when I woke up, I felt weirdly... floaty. Like I was just dreaming, and everything that had happened before was a dream too. I finally distinguished reality from dream (because I did dream a little, about Egan)... but it took forever for that floaty feeling to go away. Until just now, really. No... it's kinda still there. Whatever.

Anyway, I saw The Prestige with mom and Cris, and I really liked it. A freaking ton. It's one of those that I get out of the movie and I just want to babble on with someone about theories, events, what this meant, where this fit in, blah blah blah... but mom and Cris aren't those sorts of people, so I had to shut up. On a day when I was feeling better, I might not have shut up, haha.

I work tomorrow. I'm starting to feel better, so I'm gonna go in. It's just four hours. I already lost like five and a half this week when I only had 13 to begin with, so yeah, let's not lose any more.

Danny's at my Starbucks now. I guess he was permanently transferred finally. They've been talking about it.

Righto. Tata.
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I went to the ER Sunday night because I was running a 103.5 fever. Dad had me under a bunch of blankets trying to get me to break a sweat, but all he succeeded at was making my fingers tingle. He decided that wasn't natural and had me take a cool shower, which didn't last long since warm to him was too cold for me and I was shivering so bad my hips and back hurt. They were gonna give me an IV in the ER because my heartrate was so high, but it went down while I was there. The strep test they gave me was normal, so they sent me home and said to get a lot of liquids and come back if I wasn't well after three days.

A fever was my only symptom at first. I didn't go to school Monday, but intended to go today... until I got NO sleep last night. My parents checked on me a little after five when they were getting ready to go to work and I was miserable. I was still running a small fever so they said I could stay... I was stuffed up and my throat hurt. And half an hour, an hour later, I was in the bathroom bent over the toilet throwing up.

I threw up three times, three sets of pills, gave up, used the bathroom, and went to bed, finally got some sleep. After that I was fine, except for my throat feeling like shit and my nose being stuffed up.

I hope I don't miss school tomorrow.

Today's my brother's birthday though.

And I think that my computer clock being on military time confuses my LJ, also on military time. 1851 -- at first it said 2251. I had to fix it. One night I posted and it claimed it was the next day. Whatever.

I wrote an article type thing on school uniforms yesterday, just because I felt like it. I think I need to fix it up some... and not just distribute the article itself, because how many kids at my school are actually gonna read a full-length article? No. Put out a synopsis and a few of the main points on neat little papers... put them in the bathrooms or whatever. Better not to get caught though. Hahaha. Maybe I'll get a few kids to help me distribute it so we can all say, "I dunno who wrote it, someone just gave it to me to pass out," if necessary, although better not to get caught doing that either.

We'll see.

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