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Wednesday, October 30, 2002
No JR, you did not miss the memo. I have been slacking in the blogging area (no, no. It's true.) And I'm here now to make up for it. Good news or bad news first? Let's get the bad out of the way.
1. Fuck the fat-slapper. I know that I said that I wasn't going to post anymore about him, but come on. There was a Sunday awhile ago where I was cocktailing and it turns out that he didn't like that because I was taking money away from him. "Hello ass-wipe. It's my job to take drink orders." Seems he thinks that it would be enough for me to stay there and clear glasses during the band. Yeah, because I'm getting paid enough to make that worth my while and WPM's. And then... Yesterday I cleaned all the glasses there. Washed 'em all. Took a long ass time too. Then I cleaned the countertops and the green plastic-y things the glasses sit on. So he comes in at 5:31 and then I leave. Come to find out, "(I)...didn't do a fucking thing." Sorry you had to cut A lemon and 2 limes. Get over it. And then he was pissed that I took off right away. Yeah, my bad. I guess since I was done and all I should have stuck around for your sparkling personality and unbelievable wit. I guess after hours 70-86 I should stick around to entertain you. Oh wait, I have two more in today and another 8.5 to do tonight. If anything you should be dancing for me monkey. OK, I'm done with him.
2. Four (not three like we all thought) punk bands + an extra hour of bar time + N.A. = shit. Never again.
Good news.
1. My wife is a published wildlife photographer. I am very proud of her.
2. 92% on the midterm. It can suck it less than before.
3. I have tomorrow off. First time since last Thursday. I can't wait.
4. The PEZ shelving is going up at the house and looks awesome. Bob Villa can now suck it.
5. DJ and P's came in to see me the other night and it made Saturday bareable. Thanks kids.
6. Dorito's now makes baked Cool Ranch and they're really good.
7. I don't bartend with the chowderhead at all next month (at least I am not scheduled too). I'd rather wallow in my own ball butter than see him any time soon.
8. I said "ball butter" much to the chagrin of some of my reading population.
9. I was feeling bad about not making it to the Y last night, but then I had an Weight Watchers Ice Cream Sandwich and got over it.
10. I have you guys to listen to me and make it all better.
That's all I have. Check in tomorrow when I will post again. Promise.
Screw you. I will too.
Craig @ 3:21 PM
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