if i never smell boiled fucking cabbage again, it'll be too soon.

Someone popped a balloon at work tonight, and one of our regulars thought some idiot was shooting up the bar again.
Poor old dear just about soiled his union suit.

i've been working on and off in bars and restaurants since i was a kid.

one of my co-workers told me tonight that not everyone's working experience includes cleaning up piss, vomit, or blood, getting physically assaulted, slapping people around, and talking to the police frequently.

who knew?

holy cow.

i'm just a cook, but the range of knowledge my co-workers and costumers expect of me always surprises me. tonight....Oso- "whos's the chief of staff"? later..."what's a cock ring for"?

no fights tonight.
awesome.

cut my second on cook at 6.
got slammed at 6.30 to 8.00.
closed at midnight.
started breaking up fights at 1.00am.

hate hate hate my job sometimes.

i fucking hate member review.

okay, i understand i haven't been on here that much in years, and i've had some semi major brain trauma, so you all I can't really remember, i'm dropping off my friend's list. no offense, not that you'll notice.

i have an "activity feed "?

what the fuck is that?

gah.
i'm losing my mind.
same thing over and over.
my mom died.
work sucks.
my mom died.

everything else seems so small, but feels soooo huge.

kind of lost.