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And, jeebus, do I deserve it.

Yesterday was not as bad as Free Tea Day, but we were short handed and unusually busy.  Lipstick Girl was supposed to be our 11, and called sometime after ONE and gave Big Boss some bogus excuse and...WHAT THE HELL DOES IT TAKE TO GET FIRED AROUND THERE!?!?!?!?

We really need to quit hiring speshul snowflakes.  Sorry if that sounds bitchy, but if your health or mental well being is that fragile, YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN FOOD SERVICE.

*ahem*  It's been a long week, y'all.

I am just sick to the teeth of 20 minute smoke breaks because "I just got overwhelmed"  and random disappearances off the floor because "I'm about to go off."  I'm tired of side work being left for me because "my back is acting up." (You signed on for a job that requires you to routinely be able to lift up to 50 pounds.  If your back is acting up every day, maybe you should look for another job.  Hell, I'll help you look)


On the upside, I made a ton of credit card tips, which will come on my next check.  Which happens to arrive the day before the annual Arts Center yard sale in Carrboro.  Karma?  Rewards from the Universe?  Who cares?  I made 1/4 of my cumulative tips from last paycheck in one day.  I hope they have a velvet Elvis painting.

Hey, it's possible.

And I have no idea why I want a velvet Elvis painting.  It's become one of those weird, random desires that is probably wired into some sort of 70s childhood trauma.  Kind of like my endless search for Betty Crocker recipe cards.

At least those have a reason.  I want to make a collage for the kitchen.  And, yes, Kent has wisely decided that this is one of those "smile, nod, and walk on" moments.  Kind of like my jello mold fetish.  And my Corningware obsession.

Every so often, he DOES say "Well, at least it's not shoes, designer handbags and Pandora bracelets."  (His brother is trying to fund a shopping queen on an alternative school teacher's salary.  I feel for the guy.  He's asked Kent more than once if he'd like to try a wife swap for a couple of months.  You can guess the answer to that.)

My big plan today is grocery shopping.  Kent and I are kind of giddy that we can do a WEEKLY grocery shop and afford a cab for me on the way home.  Buying produce weekly means we are getting more veggies and fruit in our diet, and I can shop ALL the sales.  And the cab means I can buy rainbow sherbet and make adult floats when he gets home.  Which I am SOOO doing today.  It's hot as hell and we've both had a week. (He doesn't know that part.  Although he did suggest I swing by the liquor store.  Yeah, it's been that kind of week for both of us)

It's weird having money again.  We're not rich by a long shot, but after two years of living on one paycheck, I feel like we're living the high life.  The savings account is back up to a nice cushion.  I don't count every penny (well, I still do, but it isn't a life or death matter any more).  The grocery budget has gone from $40 every two weeks to "ummm...try to not spend the more than Time Warner Cable bill."

For those of y'all who are subject to TWC, you know that is a hefty budget.  Especially for two people.

I LOVE having a shopping list where the first three items are bacon, shrimp, and vodka.  :)

Happy Saturday, y'all!


Jul. 23rd, 2016 03:38 pm (UTC)


The fucking YARN FAIRY!

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