Theres not much time to write. This bothers me on a subconscious level, not having enough time to describe my experiences. I enjoy describing things that I love and I love the sound of my own voice. And I cant expound on the topics I want to at any length. So instead : summaries of my days.
Saturday : I was training Jarreud that day. Bill was the front-waiter; he is a decent person but he will not tolerate incompetence. Jarreud, on the other hand, expects everyone to toady to him and to show him deep, toadying respect at all times. These two differing viewpoints, Jarreud was the plastic explosive and Bill was the detonator. Bill took it upon himself to haze Jarreud into quitting; Jarreud took this as in insult to his manhood that could only be rectified by violence.
Sunday : Bill continued hazing Jarreud. Bill was forced to hold Jarreud back, lest he accidentally stumble into a guest. Jarreud interprets Bills touch as a threat to his manhood and schemes on how to assault Bill. Realizing that there is no way for him to assault Bill and still keep his job he calls the cops on Bill. Charged him with assault. Bill was arrested. Hes in jail still. The court date is Friday morning.
Every server has realized Jarreuds weaknesses and they plan on riding him mercilessly. If he is not fired soon then there will be a destructive act.
Monday : Jarreud is fired. I spend the day dicking around.
Tuesday : Double shift. Not much to talk about. I watch the Sox win Game Three.
Wednesday : I work lunch. As usual, I wonder how to spend the night. Ted Leo solves that puzzle for me. I watch the Sox victory at Dinos Downtown, and then swing by Twiropa to watch/sing-along with Ted Leo. God bless melodic rock. Give me something I can pop into my tape player and sing along to Dont give me angst, dont give me walls of sound, give me something I can sing along with. Ted Leo does. I love Ted Leo.
Thursday : Day off. Spend the day reading about the Sox victory, until I realize that I feel like the subject of a sportswriter bukkake : Dan Shaughnessey just came in my eyes, and now Bob Ryan is spurting semen all over my belly I clean up (sort of) the apartment. Roommate Brad, who I never see, is getting over a sickness. I wait for my neighbors, who are helping to throw a pumpkin-carving party at the Bridge Lounge (one of New Orleans most overrated bars but still, Ill visit any bar with friends) That party was cancelled and I went out for margaritas with my neighbors.
A margarita, when not flavored with a store-bought mix, is fairly good. I spent time talking with my neighbors (including Mary, who I am vaguely attracted to and who is vaguely attracted to me) at a local restaurant. It was a decent, slightly drunken time.
Saturday : I was training Jarreud that day. Bill was the front-waiter; he is a decent person but he will not tolerate incompetence. Jarreud, on the other hand, expects everyone to toady to him and to show him deep, toadying respect at all times. These two differing viewpoints, Jarreud was the plastic explosive and Bill was the detonator. Bill took it upon himself to haze Jarreud into quitting; Jarreud took this as in insult to his manhood that could only be rectified by violence.
Sunday : Bill continued hazing Jarreud. Bill was forced to hold Jarreud back, lest he accidentally stumble into a guest. Jarreud interprets Bills touch as a threat to his manhood and schemes on how to assault Bill. Realizing that there is no way for him to assault Bill and still keep his job he calls the cops on Bill. Charged him with assault. Bill was arrested. Hes in jail still. The court date is Friday morning.
Every server has realized Jarreuds weaknesses and they plan on riding him mercilessly. If he is not fired soon then there will be a destructive act.
Monday : Jarreud is fired. I spend the day dicking around.
Tuesday : Double shift. Not much to talk about. I watch the Sox win Game Three.
Wednesday : I work lunch. As usual, I wonder how to spend the night. Ted Leo solves that puzzle for me. I watch the Sox victory at Dinos Downtown, and then swing by Twiropa to watch/sing-along with Ted Leo. God bless melodic rock. Give me something I can pop into my tape player and sing along to Dont give me angst, dont give me walls of sound, give me something I can sing along with. Ted Leo does. I love Ted Leo.
Thursday : Day off. Spend the day reading about the Sox victory, until I realize that I feel like the subject of a sportswriter bukkake : Dan Shaughnessey just came in my eyes, and now Bob Ryan is spurting semen all over my belly I clean up (sort of) the apartment. Roommate Brad, who I never see, is getting over a sickness. I wait for my neighbors, who are helping to throw a pumpkin-carving party at the Bridge Lounge (one of New Orleans most overrated bars but still, Ill visit any bar with friends) That party was cancelled and I went out for margaritas with my neighbors.
A margarita, when not flavored with a store-bought mix, is fairly good. I spent time talking with my neighbors (including Mary, who I am vaguely attracted to and who is vaguely attracted to me) at a local restaurant. It was a decent, slightly drunken time.
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