So I tripped an old man at work yesterday. More accurately, he fell over me.

School is over (minus three finals and a paper). It's so weird: these years are flying by. I've done some stuff I should regret, but I don't. I am happy, I'm excited about moving, I like myself...things are good ( Read more... )

Did I ever mention that two cooks walked out last Saturday? Dan Kryzwicki and Joe-Bob left. It was sad. Both are going to Mexico in a few weeks, and they haven't cared in a while. It made for an awkward night -- the managers were pissed, and totally didn't take it out on anyone. Jeff yelled for Kryzwicki to come help fire some fajitas, we all ( Read more... )

So my Latin teacher taught the class how to get out of going to jail for drinking and driving: burp. Well, first of all, always choose the breathalyzer over the blood test. Then burp (before the breath-test). Every time you burp, you have to wait 20 minutes to take the test. Now, wasting an hour or so knocking down the breathing time is better ( Read more... )

Since the cat pee thing worked better than I thought, I figured I'd throw another question out for general pondering ( Read more... )

Okay guys, I need answers. Many of you who read my posts are computer whizzes, some math whizzes, etc. I need your help. Ask your friends ( Read more... )

Last night the GM took over a serving shift for the server who sold the most margaritas last Saturday (and is giving the server the tips she earned). She is so awesome. Except she didn't finish her tables (fill her sugar cadies, and sweep) -- so I made a point of leaving the sugar cadie in front of her (she was in the lounge drinking with some of ( Read more... )

So, tonight I tried out hostessing. I picked up a shift for Andrea. Big mistake. Boring as hell, people glaring at you. Mostly boring. If I'm not walking to a table or organizing the menues (menus?) I'm just standing there. Suck suck suck. $7 an hour is just not worth it -- but being a server has made me an elitist, not gonna lie ( Read more... )

I am now a trainer. Not "officially," because I have to go through some kind of trainer certification, but somehow, I am official enough to train a girl to be QA tomorrow night. Weird.

But Yay! 'bout time.

That Korean movie? "My Sassy Girl." 2.5 hours long. 3 parts. 1st half, 2nd half, and Overtime. Mike and I wanted to kill ourselves. The movie was alrightish -- kinda weird, not gonna lie. And the subtitles were in weird English, so it was even harder to follow exactly what the characters were trying to say ( Read more... )