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When I thought my week couldn't get any worse....
Sunday night I left Frizzy's at about 3:30, looking forward to my bed and not looking forward to getting up at 8:30 for work. So, I'm on my way home, I park my car, walk up my steps, and my phone rings. I'm tempted not to answer it because I really have to go to bed and Trudy has a habit of calling me and making me listen to her for hours when she's drunk. But it's Jindra, so I answer. "Michelle, it's Danielle, someone hit my car outside of Frizzy's and dented my rim and my tire went flat when I was getting on the Skyway. I'm at a gas station on Niagara and Georgia, can you come help me?" When I got there she told me that the only reason she called me was because she knew I was the only one who would say yes. So we're trying and trying, we finally get the cap off and the rim is so dented that the tire won't come off. We're wiggling it and kicking it and it's not coming off. So we call Aaron and he says, "now, is this life or death or can I just talk you through it?" We call Charlie, he doesn't answer. We call Craig, he can't drive because he's drunk. Finally, I decide to call Brian because he's our only option left. At 5:30 AM, this guy gets out of bed and drives to the west side to help out my friend, who he barely knows. I think that's a sign of a good guy. He leaves for Salt Lake City to go to Sundance tomorrow, so maybe if I miss him, maybe that means I like him. What an awful thing to say.
So by the time I got home Monday morning, it was about 7:15, so I figure I've been sick for about two weeks, maybe it's time for me to go to the doctor, since I am already up. So I get to my doctor's office, he thinks I have strep and sends me over to the diagnostics place for blood work. Yup, it's strep. So I get a note from my doctor and call DP to tell him I'm not going to make it into work today. But DP says I have to come in, it's a holiday, all the banks are closed, there are only four people on the floor, I need a shiftleader, you have to come in. So I come in, of course my ten o'clocker doesn't show up, but DP doesn't say anything to her when she walks in at 11:45 (which is still 15 minutes late even if she weren't my prepper). Mitika walks in about a half hour late and as soon as she gets there, we get fucking slammed. I'm taking every single table in the middle and the cave, Tika and Jesika are splitting the cafe. We're busy for about an hour and a half, which is even busier than a normal weekday lunch rush. If you've made it this far, I bet you're asking, "what about the fourth person?" Well, the fourth person is a person who shall remain nameless who has been CAUGHT STEALING FROM FELLOW EMPLOYEES AND DIDN'T GET FIRED. She walks in at about 1:30, TWO HOURS LATE, with a McDonald's bag in her hand and says, "Oh, sorry I'm late, I didn't know we were on a holiday bus schedule." And she didn't get fired.
Today was the first day of school, and it was going pretty well, a cute boy from my English class bummed a cigarette off of me outside of Clemens. But of course, UB is retarded and they had to fuck up my day once again. My English books are only available at the College Store, my anthropology book is only available at Talking Leaves, my PD book is only available at the medical bookstore, and my bio book is only available at the university bookstore. Talking Leaves isn't too far from my house so I decided to walk because it wasn't raining that hard. I asked the girl who checked me out if the medical bookstore was far because I had no idea where it was. "No, it's not too far," she says, "it's only four or five blocks." So I walk. And I walk. And, yes, I keep walking. The medical bookstore is about a block before Main and Bailey. That's far. Especially in the cold. And in the rain. And they didn't have my book. So I walked about 40 blocks for nothing.
What a great week.
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[14 Jan 2006|04:49am] |
So much for my resolutions. I definitely didn't quit smoking and I've definitely been out more than once this week. But you know what? Fuck it. If I can see my great friends and Donny Lew can take care of us on our 10$ all you can drink tab, then I don't care. The only bad thing is getting home at 5am and having to work at 10am.
I drove Tommy and an insanely drunken Coner home and it made for some interesting conversation.
Going to the Sabres game with B tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.
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[12 Jan 2006|12:33pm] |
My post-Tim rebound guy, Brian, was a 29 year old screenwriter who also worked part-time at the Mansion on Delaware. He lives in a mansion in the Elmwood Village with a bunch of his friends (Yes, 30 year olds living like they're in college..that's what I said). I met him through friends and through seeing him out all the time (Tuesdays at Bully's, Sundays at Frizzy's). Things kind of ended when I stopped returning his calls and stopped going to Bully's on Tuesday nights. It seemed like it was dead until Trudy told me she found pictures of us on their stupid house website and I got jealous when I looked at it.
Tuesday night I found myself leaving Bullfeathers to go see him at work. After so long of me being a complete bitch to him, I guess I figured out that I DO like him. I just hope it's not too late. He asked me to go to the Sabres game on Saturday, but I have to find someone to cover my shift if I want to go.
It's weird. I don't even find this guy remotely good looking. He is, however, very...chivalrous, something which I never thought I was looking for. Maybe that's not what I'm looking for, maybe I'm just sick of being alone.
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[10 Jan 2006|02:25pm] |
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Don't think that I don't know about your stupid little website with your stupid little pictures of random girls and you giving the shocker. It's pathetic. You're 29 years old.
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[09 Jan 2006|11:27pm] |
I don't know about you, but I haven't lived around the block from my best friend since 3rd grade. Now, I do again. I <3 her!
Today we went to the gym, made a great organic dinner, split a bottle of riesling and watched season five of Sex and the City.
I'm going on a two week detox diet in a little while, probably once school starts.
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[09 Jan 2006|12:32am] |
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Um, does anyone have a juicer that I can borrow for three days?
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[08 Jan 2006|08:03pm] |
Last night I thought I had a good time at Brady's, but if I would have stayed just a couple of hours more, I would have gotten into an all out rumble!
At like, eleven thirty, a bunch of kids ran into Brady's from the Icon next door because supposedly someone got shot. So there are all these screaming little kids and cop cars with their lights and sirens on flying by. It was wholly entertaining, minus the part about someone getting shot.
But the best part would have happened after Fanny and I left - Aaron, Jamie, and little Jindra got into a fight with ten eighteen year old boys. Apparently, Aaron was breaking up a fight and the kids' friends started going after him. He had ten kids punching him simultaneously in the face, so Jamie came in and a kid pushed her on the ground and started kicking her in the head. So, little Jindra started jumping on people's backs. They look like hell, they're fabulous.
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[08 Jan 2006|01:07am] |
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I made an executive decision a few minutes ago while I was in the shower. I decided that from now on, I'm on the straight & narrow. No more smoking, no more pot, no more drugs, no more designer shoes and handbags. I'm going to go out one night a week, max. I work too hard to blow all my money on pot and overpriced beer. I would prefer to go out on Sundays, but if I decide to go out, even for one drink, after work on Friday, then Friday was my day that I went out. I'm going to hold myself to it and I expect my friends to help me.
p.s. This begins right now.
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[08 Jan 2006|12:40am] |
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My night was full of great friends, good drinks (I had that black & tan I've been craving for days), great food (we had Sahara Grill delivered to Eddie Brady's), and the best bartender in the world (love you Danny!).
Only two things could have made me have a better night, but I won't get into either of those right now.
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[07 Jan 2006|02:20am] |
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Okay, this one is serious.
I have a new trainee at work and I think I've become so bitter that I already can't stand her after only five hours. She always calls me sweetie and touches my lower back and she has absolutely no sense of urgency. Even when we had an 8 top, all she was concerned about was eating her training food. Maybe tomorrow I will start to like her.
Once school starts, I'm going to have to pick up Day 1s on Fridays and possibly Mondays. Which means my schedule will be as follows:
Monday: class 9-950, work 10am-330ish
Tuesday: class 8am-who the fuck knows, with a night class in there
Wednesday: same as Tuesday, except I don't have class until 9 (woohoo?)
Thursday: class 8am-430 or something, work 5-11
Friday: class 9-950, work 10am-probably 2am
D1/N3 on Saturdays and Sundays, too (open-close).
I might as well just drop out of school now and start living my life as the hermit who lives in a trailer with 53 cats, because that's where it looks like my life is headed.
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[07 Jan 2006|01:56am] |
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You know you lead a sad, sad life when the sole thing you look forward to coming home to fat free strawberry fig newtons.
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[04 Jan 2006|01:39am] |
Friday - I unwillingly went to Bullfeathers with Trudy and Morgan because Cecilia's was closed. We saw lots of people we haven't seen in a while, including the eighty-six Norwood crew and Lancaster Lisa, but realized that I was happy to have not seen them.
Saturday - I worked...while extremely intoxicated. Jess Bunker and I left work at 11:45, ran down Main St, pushed our way to the front to watch the ball drop, had a New Years kiss, and ran back to work. We went out to Eddie Brady's afterward, but I had to open the next morning.
Sunday - I had to open and, of course, more than half the people who were scheduled didn't show up. And of course they didn't get fired, because why should anybody be responsible for their actions? I was the only person who had to work New Years Day who worked New Years Eve (and I closed!), yet I was one of the only ones who showed up. I'm sick of being responsible. Sunday night was Fanny's birthday party/Jamie and Aaron's New Years dinner party. Matt made lobster tails and filet mignon (Heck yes I ate steak...I paid effing seventy-five dollars for it). Aaron and I went shot for shot at the tequila club meeting.
( My New Years Resolutions: )
My best friend is moving to Spain next Wednesday and I haven't even seen him once since he's been home. I'm a horrible friend. :(
I'm moving on Thursday. I need someone with a truck. And anyone who has muscles.
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[30 Dec 2005|01:32am] |
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Trudy and I are officially regulars at Cecelia's.
I got fired today, but my boss was wrong and I was right. And then we made up, so I didn't get fired. More about this tomorrow.
I just ate a pickle, which tasted like my last martini. Neither the pickle nor the last martini were a good idea.
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[24 Dec 2005|06:14am] |
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I am seriously, SERIOUSLY indecisive in the wee hours of the morning. I'm having second thoughts about moving. The ease at which I live right now is so ideal.
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[24 Dec 2005|02:51am] |
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Tonight was a night of strange ocurrences.
First, I met Ron Jeremy. It was a fluke. Jessy was the food runner/room service delivery person and she was busy, and I wasn't, so I took one of her room services up for her. Before I brought it up, I called to see if they wanted to pay cash or charge it to their room and the guy said he wanted to charge it to his room. So, I bring his food up and it's fucking Ron Jeremy. He says that it's being charged to his room, which is paid for by the Town Ballroom. So, I had to go downstairs and call the Town Ballroom and they said that they were only paying for his room. So, I had to go back up to Ron Jeremy's room and tell him that they weren't paying for it and he had to pay cash. His bill was 22.50$ and he handed me a 20$ bill and said he had to find more cash. So, Darcy and I are standing at the door for like ten minutes waiting for him and he comes back with this handful of nickels, dimes, and pennies, equaling less than 1$. So not only did Ron Jeremy short me on his bill, he didn't tip me.
Second, I went to Eddie Brady's for one after work and saw my friends, for the first time, actually only have one!
Also, at Brady's I saw Anthony Demasio.
For some reason, I was really bored at work today, so I fashioned a pirate costume out of Jackie's red bandana and a homemade paper eyepatch. I went up to all of my tables, dressed like a pirate, and whenever they asked me questions, I responded "ARGGGGHH" instead of saying, "yes." Jindra has a picture which she'll send eventually.
Moving day is January 2!!!
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[22 Dec 2005|10:32pm] |
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I think I'm moving again. I found an okay, fairly inexpensive place on Minnesota. I'm just not satisfied with my current living situation. Plus, the landlord rents month to month so if it doesn't work out, I can get out of it.
Tonight, Rachael and I are going to have an "I Hate Boys Night."
I don't hate boys. I love them. They confuse the hell out of me, but I love them.
I just wish they would tell me what they were thinking so I wouldn't have to piece together all of the stupid little hints they drop.
Or, maybe I just overanalyze everthing and there are no stupid little hints. In any case, I'm never going to find what I'm looking for, and no one is looking for me, so I am just going to stop trying.
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[18 Dec 2005|10:20pm] |
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I'm in a funk. I need to start over. I'm boring. I'm indecisive. I'm lazy. I'm too old for my age.
I have the opportunity to graduate next semester. I should take it. I don't know if I will.
Hannah wants me to move to Uganda with her once I'm done with school. I don't know if I will.
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Once a very old king went to see an old hermit who lived in a bird's nest in the top of a tree, "What is the most important Buddhist teaching?" The hermit answered, "Do no evil, do only good. Purify your heart." The king had expected to hear a very long explanation. He protested, "But even a five-year old child can understand that!" "Yes," replied the wise sage, "but even an 80-year-old man cannot do it."
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