¡Viva La Weekend! (OR: You Are Coming To A Sad Realization)

If you've noticed a trend of me not really posting at all lately, it's because I'm not on this computer long enough to blog.

Anyway, it's almost 1:30 in the morning.

I got home an hour or so ago after closing the kitchen for the third day in a row. I spent, all in all, over a day in that kitchen over three days.

I have class in less than seven hours. This means being awake at 6:30 to get stuff done, like eating. And beating traffic.

Naturally, I should be asleep. Instead, I'm on the computer, blogging, and listening to The Prodigy on my new ghetto blaster headphones. They're amazing.

I'm relatively sure that this is borderline insomnia. And yet here I am.

Alas.

Beeeeezy (OR: I've got to admit...)

Finally. The upswing. It's been slow in coming, but I think the time is finally here. I've gained a little forward momentum in my life and stuff is starting to shape up.

For those of you not keeping tabs on everything I do (which is to say, those of you who have a life), a brief explanation of stuff since the speeding ticket blog.

As far as I can tell, I'm gonna stay on the insurance, much to my relief. Admittedly, I was panicking just a tad, but my concern was over the consequences of losing it as opposed to the actual dropping itself. Still, I'm driving, albeit for a few hundred bucks more.

Currently, I'm working two jobs, though I'm still a cook in both. I'd forgotten about the applications I put it while on the winding journey to employment, and had no pressing need for reminder. But Monday, whilst on the can...alright, there is such a thing as overpersonal blogging...I get a call from Movie Tavern. Can I come in for an interview?

Why not? At worst, I find out it's shittier than what I have, and I politely decline. Turns out, they need tons of help, and I was actually given a little extra in order to leave BDub's. As small as it sounds, it feels kind of cool to feel like you're needed that much.

I've since worked a full three days, and I'm quickly growing fond of my job. Not to say I'm gonna miss BW3's. Au contrare! Saturday morning...who'd a thought Saturday morning? ...made me miss it before I'd even left. We got the ga-hetoo musik blastin' and had ourselves a bitchin' good time. On the clock.

I finally did what I'd been talking about doing since summer began: I actually got to seeing people from Western. People here mostly meaning one Miss Hanna Goetz, but also included in the Big 71 Tour were Rachel, Adam, Christie and Erica. As always, good times and funanigans (that's a portmanteau of fun and shenanigans for our slower readers) were had. It certainly help speed up the process of getting the damned summer over with.

All in all, I'd say the summer of 2007 has been a bit of a bummer. No one I know's really had much of a good time, what with the introduction of serious responsibility. But can we not have, like, a week or two of unbridled joy and delight?

Like a Cubs fan in September: Wait till next year.

I Should Be Working on the Fence

Finally.

Tonight is my first night of training at BW3's, my brand new job. I'm cookin' in the kitchen, makin' wings n stuff.

I don't care that I'll spending my summer in a hot, steamy kitchen at a sports bar. There is far worse in this world, and from all I've heard, it's going to be a terrific time. Besides, sports while I work.? What kind of hellhole is that?

More importantly, I finally have a job. At long last, I won't be sitting on my ass all day, making no money. I've got a job that will not only give me hours, but that gives me flexibility in the fall. I'll have my carcass at Columbus State then, but I'll still be spending money.

Originally, I was going to be working at Marzetti's on Frank Road. I'd be sitting in a factory from three in the afternoon until one in the morning. Not exactly ideal, now is it? I wasn't necessarily dreading it, as it was a steady paycheck, which is more than I can say now, but that's a lot of tedious, monotonous work for it. 10 hours is almost too much to ask from me - "almost" because I really had little choice until I got a call from the BW3's manager Sunday morning. By that evening, I had a job.

After the last month or so that I've had, it's nice to see that things really end up working out well. It's not going to be the same as working in the zoo, but I'll find a way, I'm sure.

Not like I have a choice.