the thing called harold.
haven't posted for a day. kind of strange for me lately. i have been known to go a week or so without posting, so i can't say missing a day is out of character.
yesterday left grandmother's around noon and started the long journey home. completed the long journey around 3:15ish, which was strange because my mother thinks the speed limit is the maximum you can drive.
took a little nap. showered. ate. went to work.
work (first part, pre-break) was really (x1523798) boring. then i came home with jackie, girl i work with, to eat soup and chill with.
go back to work and this guy keeps complimenting me on my hair, so i put on the fakest smile in the world while repeating "thank you, thank you" and he compliments me on my "wonderfully bright" smile.
starts slowing down at work and i decide it'd be fun to try and unclog this clogged drain in the middle of the concession area (it's about 11:28ish) and i realize that mold, is mixed in with all this crap. so i find something that resembles a doctors mask and cover my nose and mouth, googles that are 2 sizes too small, and blue gloves that a 9 year old may have trouble slipping there hands into, and proceed to use my, covered with blue gloves, hands and dig it out (lots is solid). i get pretty far the the whole is about to go over where the end of the glove cuts off and it starts gurgling/burping. i scream "it's alive", while everyone around me is laughing, and jump back. richard, our boss, comes down from upstairs and asks if one of us screamed. opps. we then call him harold-i name him, but accidently refer to him as albert twice, and decide to leave ole' harold to the plumbers i made richard promise to call.
end of the night, i counted my tips. i made six dollars and seventy cents. one guy gave me a five dollar bill and said "i bet you guys don't get tipped really". i was shocked. very pleased, but shocked.
jackie and i are the only people who stayed for midnights and we have to clean. normally it'd take fourty-five minutes to an hour. we manage to stretch it out to two hours so we can stay on clock. i figure i deserve it because of the whole harold thing.
got home and watched tv for an hour or two. don't remember falling asleep. woke up 3 minutes before alarm was set to go off.
got dressed and out of bed and went upstairs to make breakfast. same thing i usually have, scrambled eggs on two pieces of whole-grain toast. i eat it like a sandwich. i finish cooking the eggs, but forgot to put the toast in. so i pop the toast in and decide to way myself. i way a pound lighter than what i want to weigh tomorrow so i can cheat on this bloody diet.
jackie and i had this awesome conversation about dieting and guys. i told her whenever i diet, i have to eat when i'm with guys because i feel so stupid saying "i'm on a diet, i can't eat (fill in the blank here). she agrees stating that "guys always say 'i want a girl who can eat. that doesn't care what she looks like'". those girls are size 0 is my guess.
got online and on ebay. thank goodness i was outbid on three things. i'm become an e-bay addict again. not to healthy to put ones entire paycheck on something you'll never use.
decided to blog. here i am.
here i go.
yesterday left grandmother's around noon and started the long journey home. completed the long journey around 3:15ish, which was strange because my mother thinks the speed limit is the maximum you can drive.
took a little nap. showered. ate. went to work.
work (first part, pre-break) was really (x1523798) boring. then i came home with jackie, girl i work with, to eat soup and chill with.
go back to work and this guy keeps complimenting me on my hair, so i put on the fakest smile in the world while repeating "thank you, thank you" and he compliments me on my "wonderfully bright" smile.
starts slowing down at work and i decide it'd be fun to try and unclog this clogged drain in the middle of the concession area (it's about 11:28ish) and i realize that mold, is mixed in with all this crap. so i find something that resembles a doctors mask and cover my nose and mouth, googles that are 2 sizes too small, and blue gloves that a 9 year old may have trouble slipping there hands into, and proceed to use my, covered with blue gloves, hands and dig it out (lots is solid). i get pretty far the the whole is about to go over where the end of the glove cuts off and it starts gurgling/burping. i scream "it's alive", while everyone around me is laughing, and jump back. richard, our boss, comes down from upstairs and asks if one of us screamed. opps. we then call him harold-i name him, but accidently refer to him as albert twice, and decide to leave ole' harold to the plumbers i made richard promise to call.
end of the night, i counted my tips. i made six dollars and seventy cents. one guy gave me a five dollar bill and said "i bet you guys don't get tipped really". i was shocked. very pleased, but shocked.
jackie and i are the only people who stayed for midnights and we have to clean. normally it'd take fourty-five minutes to an hour. we manage to stretch it out to two hours so we can stay on clock. i figure i deserve it because of the whole harold thing.
got home and watched tv for an hour or two. don't remember falling asleep. woke up 3 minutes before alarm was set to go off.
got dressed and out of bed and went upstairs to make breakfast. same thing i usually have, scrambled eggs on two pieces of whole-grain toast. i eat it like a sandwich. i finish cooking the eggs, but forgot to put the toast in. so i pop the toast in and decide to way myself. i way a pound lighter than what i want to weigh tomorrow so i can cheat on this bloody diet.
jackie and i had this awesome conversation about dieting and guys. i told her whenever i diet, i have to eat when i'm with guys because i feel so stupid saying "i'm on a diet, i can't eat (fill in the blank here). she agrees stating that "guys always say 'i want a girl who can eat. that doesn't care what she looks like'". those girls are size 0 is my guess.
got online and on ebay. thank goodness i was outbid on three things. i'm become an e-bay addict again. not to healthy to put ones entire paycheck on something you'll never use.
decided to blog. here i am.
here i go.
posted by Stezie @ 11:23 AM
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