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September 21, 2002

Windows Blinds

Yeah, I downloaded it today, what a memory (resource?) hog! I think I'm gonna have to get rid of it... I'm only goin' on 128 Megs of RAM here people! But I must say..it is cool. Anyone wanting to donate parts to my POS computer... feel free.

Posted by Jewels at 12:02 AM | Comments (1)

September 20, 2002

I worked my tushie off tonight...

I guess I was lucky. I was the first one there out of the 4:00 girls, even though I was 5 minutes late, so I got moved from the second to worst section in smoking to the very front section in non-smoking. Anyhow...that's where the money is... I heard smoking was so slow & that one of the girls had $9 at like 8:00...& I ended up leaving with almost $80. So woohoo! :woohoo

I really don't have the memory for this job... I must say, I am a really bad waitress when I am busy. Really bad. I forget soups, I forget salads, I forget other things...but like Mike, one of the almost every day customers said, "Well, she may forget things once in a while, but she's Jewels, that's why she gets tips" heh. Yeah, that I am.

My favorite little cook hasn't been there since Wednesday either... so it's weird there without him. The rest of them are just "Ohhh mamasita" or they get mad & say "No, she's faya" (ugly)...they are so moody! Like how your day is going has anything to do with how you look! Whatever.

Posted by Jewels at 11:57 PM | Comments (0)

Why, why why...?

OMG! I JUST mopped the kitchen floor. The girl downstairs came up asking if we have carpet cleaner & left dirty foot prints all over it. I mopped it again. She came up AGAIN! Now she wants to wash her butt-ass ugly stinky smelly huge dog in my bathtub! And I was just going to clean the bathroom! I have the mop & bucket next to me...the cleaner & sponge here.... Someone put me out of my misery! :irked

Posted by Jewels at 12:25 PM | Comments (3)

If you like music...

& you like cards... you gotta check out Beatgreets! It's really cool.

Posted by Jewels at 09:53 AM | Comments (0)

September 19, 2002

Wanna make your own hero?

Check out what Dustin just showed me... The Hero Machine. You can run it live...or download it.:wow

Posted by Jewels at 12:58 PM | Comments (0)

I hate being a waitress.

New revelation... I thought maybe it was just the place I was working... but I'm realizing that more & more everyday...I just plain hate being a waitress. There's something so demeaning about serving people. I don't know how people do it as a living for their whole lives!

You know... you walk out to the table you're a nice person... they think you are just trying to get a better tip. Now, I shouldn't stereo-type here. There are a few different kinds of people...

1. The I am better than you-bring my food & run your ass all over the place on my slightest whim so I can leave you the $1 or $2 that I feel you deserve...

2. The I'm a person you're a person, I eat out a lot, & I'm nice...or I'm tired... & I'm glad I'm not at home cooking dinner. (pretty rare)

3. The "wow. waitresses are hot" I think I will speak to her breasts & raise my eye brows seductively while I order & really impress her. (While I have my teeth rotting out of my face & I smell like filth) I wonder if I drop my fork/napkin/whatever if she'll bend over & pick it up...?

4. The I'm going to order an all you can eat fish fry & share it with my kid so this waitress gets in trouble. I mean, I paid for it, & it IS all you can eat. Maybe I'll order extra pieces to take home too. They are so stupid these waitresses, just a bunch of dummies that have no education.

5. The I want my meal reduced/free, & I don't care who I step on to get it. (I see this WAY too often) "Uh, EXCUSE ME! But, my potato is yellow & I'm not eating it, my fish is cold, (because I let it sit there 20 minutes while I talked about how fat Marys ass is getting...), & my soup spoon is dirty. (IE water spots)I want to talk to the manager. Or maybe I'll seem ok, & not complian until I am leaving... Or maybe I'll take it all out on YOU like it's all your fault, because you are just a measly waitress. And since my food wasn't just the way I wanted it, & you have total control over the entire restaurant & al that happens within it...I'm going to stiff you. You deserve nothing because you are making WAY too much money @ $2.33/hour, & your kids don't deserve to eat.

Posted by Jewels at 12:32 PM | Comments (19)

September 17, 2002

It's official!

The email I just got PROVES that I think differently than 98% of the population! Geeze. Someone tell me this isn't true... Scott...? Dustin...Anyone??? Ok here's the email. I'll post what I had & what you SHOULD have had in the comments...but don't peek until you do it.

1. Think of a number from 1 to 10
2. Multiply that number by 9
3. If the number is a 2-digit number, add the digits together
4. Now subtract 5
5. Determine which letter in the alphabet corresponds to the number you ended up with (example: 1=a, 2=b, 3=c,etc.)
6. Think of a country that starts with that letter
7. Remember the last letter of the name of that country
8. Think of the name of an animal that starts with that letter
9. Remember the last letter in the name of that animal
10. Think of the name of a fruit that starts with that letter

Posted by Jewels at 11:26 PM | Comments (3)

Klipfolio

I just downloaded klipfolio it looks really cool...you can check when your fav sites are updated really easily & it's got skins! What more could you ask for?! Oh yeah, it's FREE!! teehee:laugh

Posted by Jewels at 01:56 PM | Comments (1)

Oy vey!

Ok, the "downstairs lady" just said "Julie...we need to have a talk....about your husband."Oh. Big surprise. She says that he keeps swearing at her kids...& her kids friends, & she's getting really sick of it. And that if he's too tired from his job that he needs to take a nap after work, maybe he needs to find another job. well that's funny she should be offering work advice now! Whatever.

Yeah, he needs to not swear at these kids, I don't know what the hell is wrong with him. I don't do that...I don't yell at strangers...I don't freak out & lose it like he does. She says she thinks he has anger issues or something, & can I please talk to him?!

Well, yeah, I can...& I have. But you see what good that's done. It's like telling a fish not to swim. I'm sorry I know he's being an ass. But...I really think he's doing it because he wants them to move. (We'll cover their rent just for the peace & quiet), AND... because he's had it. You know. There's a certain point you can take, & after that it's all just a huge pain. Well, he's fed up. I leave for e they all get home, so I don't have to deal with it. But he never gets a break.

So, now what?! Do I tell him once again to stop freaking out, when I know it's pointless... or what? :snide

Posted by Jewels at 12:32 PM | Comments (0)

You know... I wonder if I have an ulcer?

I've been feeling sick for the last 4-5 days... I have no appetite, yet my stomach is growling. I think it feels better after I eat... I dunno. I've been eating like 1-2 things a day. But I feel sick in my stomach & up towards my rib cage... but not too sick that I can't function. Like the other sick feelings that usually come along with the flu or something are not there?

Posted by Jewels at 12:24 PM | Comments (0)

September 16, 2002

Not so bad

Work was not so bad tonight... there was a huge fiasco Sunday morning & the owner yelled at the bus boy who is the son of the coffee lady, sister of the hostess, son of the kitchen/night manager... soon to be brother-in-law to a waitress.... so he pissed the mother off, & the whole damn clan quit. 5 important people-gone. I miss Anna. (The hostess). :confused

Her dad came back tonight I'm sure after some major butt kissing... but the rest are not coming back. So the owner has been "hostessing" since Sunday... nonstop from 5 am to 10:30 pm. It's very strange.

Anyhow...he's been in a pretty good mood. I don't know if he's medicated or on the verge of a nervous breakdown or what... but he's being so nice it's scary. You know?! Like a cobra waiting to strike...

I think the funniest thing though is how we all call him "your boss" to eachother. The cooks... "Ulie (yeah Ulie) here your boss ordered this" Me: "Oh, you made that for your boss? How sweet..." You know. :gurn

Posted by Jewels at 11:44 PM | Comments (0)

Mr. Canary head jerkface

Ok, this guy...this old guy comes in yesterday. Him & his wife come in a lot. He's the dollar dance man. He'll leave you a dollar tip. (woo) & not on the table. He'll call you over & do this wiggle dance thing with it...waving it in the air like a prized possession making you try to grab it. Right? Them half the time he'll drop it so you have to bend over & get it. Old phuckin' perv. Oh yeah, & his hair looks just like a cockatoo. No lie.

Anyhow. they come in. Ivana says "Jewels, you have a table in smoking". I go over, see them & say to her "you suck" man. Anyhow, he wants a cup of vegetable soup. An order of mashed potatoes, coffee, & an order of stuffing. ?! ok. His wife says, "go get that & then I'll know what I want by the time you get back" ok. So, yeah, "go get that". That means all that. Not just one thing right? Whatever. I come back with the soup, stuffing, & mashed potatoes. He says,"See? I told you she'd bring it all at once!" There I am...like flabbergasted. So I say all nicey nice, "Oh, I'm sorry. I can take it back & set it under the heating lamps for you until you finish your soup" He says "I don't care! Do whatever you want!" ok, so he's pissed. She says...I'll take his potatoes, & you can bring me more gravy & another order of potatoes for him. Ok?! So I hand her the potatoes. Right? Are you keeping track? He's got soup, she's got potatoes. I have his stuffing & am going back for more gravy & another order of mashes potatoes.

I walk back out there with the stuff, set it down & walk away. Oh yeah, that's all they are having to eat btw... so about 5 minutes later, I grab the coffee pot & try & go over there & be nice... don't want to scare away customers or whatever. He says..."You never brought out my other order of mashed potatoes! What kind of waitress are you anyway? From the junkyard?!" I am like freaking out right? I look around the table, & sure as shit there's one order of mashed potatoes. WTF??!

So yeah, I said NOTHING to this man. I was ready to explode, but I just walked away. I walk over & am sooo pissed...telling Ivana what happened. She's like, I went over there & the lady kept scooting the bowl over by me, so I took it off their table. So there you have it. !@#$% So Ivana walks over there with me & explains to them that I did not forget the other potato, & the lady's like, yeah, it's not her fault. Whatever. I grab their bill, add on another mashed potato, & that's that. After they leave, I go over, & there's 56 cents on the table. 56 cents. I think next time they come in, I'm going to walk over there & put 56 cents on the table & tell him he forgot it last time & just walk away. Old fat stupid phucker. :irked

Posted by Jewels at 09:50 AM | Comments (2)

I feel like crap.

Heh. Funny, for a minute there that said "I feel like carp". Anyhow... I woke up 5 minutes before I had to leave yesterdaymorning...so it was not a good day. My work shirt was still wet. Oy.

Went to bed early & shut the ringer off...because I'm sick of people calling & waking me up early in the morning. Sure enough, if it had been on the "downstairs lady" would have called & woke me up to get her daughter up. Not. She busts in the house all "Juuuullllie!!!! It's Eiiiggghhhtttt O clock" Yeah, thanks. I Know that. Geeze. What am I time illiterate? I really need a door! Oh, yeah, we're getting a door. Believe me. With a lock. A big lock. Maybe 3.

Posted by Jewels at 09:19 AM | Comments (0)

September 15, 2002

This.is.so.lame!

Here I am... have to get up in 6 hours & not wanting to wake up the "downstairs people"... I'm washing my damn workshirt in the friggin sink! Is that lame or what?! Yes, I only have 1 work shirt. I really don't want to pay another 20 bucks for a shirt that represents the thing I hate most. Maybe I'm being stupid. Maybe I need to get over it. I just think by owning 2 shirts, it's like a commitment on my part or some shit. Maybe I'll get one tomorrow & stop being so....whatever! Geeze. I hope to God I wrang it out good enough, & it's semi-dry in the morning. Grrr.:irked

Posted by Jewels at 12:48 AM | Comments (0)

Just got home..

My house is trashed. I don't feel like cleaning it. I work 8-8 tomorrow, so I have to try & get to bed. The kids were obviously drawing. There's papers all over the table. Gah. Whatever.

Posted by Jewels at 12:08 AM | Comments (0)