The Restaurant

I wasn't feeling up to par on Saturday but I still showed up for my shift at the restaurant. Daylight is okay for me to work while we look for new bartenders. I am actually the sous chef there but agreed to help out and earn a couple of extra bucks to hand over to my daughter for the summer. Our... Sign in to see full entry.

So here I sit on this hot humid night / knowing all that I know / all the labor laws that have been broken / still don't have my paycheck "because" / servers coming to me for "reasons" / - sitting on a what could be a lawsuit frenzy. I am trying to figure out where my loyalty lies. Naturally I would... Sign in to see full entry.

No shit...this chick at work looks just like Peppermint Patty on the Charlie Brown cartoon - and is braindead stupid and has such a fucking stupid clueless pout on her face that I just wanna...chill. This is what I get for a bartender tonite. We have oldies every last Sunday of each month / kind of... Sign in to see full entry.

Taking a week off from the restaurant was the best idea I have had lately. But every time I glance at the time on the clocks I wonder "what the hell are they screwing up now?" You can pretty much gadge the task at hand by what the time is...10:00 am: Dodge (the Owner who continuously grabs my ass... Sign in to see full entry.

I can see it all so clearly - all of the ornaments jumbled up in one corner of the tree / the same colors side by side / the real nice antique ones hidden in the back where no one can admire them / tinsel swiftly just thrown onto the branches instead of gingerly hung - OH THE EXCRUTIATING ANGST OF... Sign in to see full entry.

I was booed off the stage just because I was white - and that was the first time in my young life that I was hated purely for the color of my skin. Back in 1976 while I was still in high school, I sang professionally with 2 bands. One was a group of 30ish convicted felons who were doing the disco... Sign in to see full entry.

The Birth Of A Phobia. I never had any type of phobias until that summer of 1972 when my family traumatized me. Prior to these 2 incidents, I was a happy well-adjusted pre-teen who had a glee for life. Riding my bike with no hands down steep hills / smoking cigarettes in the woods with my bad... Sign in to see full entry.

unless you are sure it isn't Vodka!! My Aunt Aida gave me the shock of a lifetime one afternoon in San Francisco in 1976 when I was shipped there by my parents for a month to "get over" my 27 year old Russian Ballet dancer boyfriend. I was only 17 (will post later about Sasha). I had a killer... Sign in to see full entry.

I thought I was over this nasty little habit of mine - calling people late at night that I have "issues" with after drinking alcohol. But this time I called my arrogant attorney and left a message on the firm's answering machine. I have called him for 7 months and he is always busy / he is in a... Sign in to see full entry.

Now - I have 2 dogs - but I don't LOVE them LOVE them. I just can't love an animal - I am just being honest. I got the dogs because my children love them and they protect the family and the house. And I don't think they love me either because I get a totally different greeting when I arrive home... Sign in to see full entry.