The Ripped Soul

SO. Work today. One time stint. Thought Wayne might come, but he didn't. So it was just Joce, Lyn and me.

Got lost in Botanic Gardens. Swirls and turns and tyre burns.

Felt like a total fucking complete NOOB at first. Not knowing where's everything or what to do. Instructed and introduced to like 10 people in 5 minutes. I can't remember a single one of their names. Remember Radiah[sp?] though. She's awwwwwesome. Hahah.

A couple of mix ups here and there, and we finally got the engine started once the people started coming.

I had my shirt smell like ginger, pineapple, coke, sprite, orange juice, liquer... GOD. If only I had a dime for every accident I had while running around serving.

Humans still amuse me. They have service, but they would rather do it on their own. When they are served, they don't have the courtesy to thank the server.

Other than that, it was fun to work with my buddies. My besties. Lyn said at one point "JESS CAN YOU RELAX! You're like, a fierce worker." Lol. But that's just how I am when I work. I'm serious when it comes to work, and when we're done with it or taking 5, I'm back again.

And I'm glad I'm back.

As in, that same, energetic, crazy, old self, like how when people knew me initially when I was first in the Jones. Haha. I found SO much energy after work, it was nuts. Lyn and I were going bonkers behind the bar arranging wine glasses. While smoking we were singing, we were laughing. It felt good.

Maaaaaaaaybe doing it again this Saturday. Don't know if my arms can take it. Tonight and I just felt like fucking death. The plates were mad heavy. And carrying a tray of items is totally not my forte. Joce was saying she hates the service line. I guess it grows on you after awhile.

Coming home, bought Joce mickeyD's since I could afford it and I kinda owe her, right?

Fucking idiot comes walking through the glass door and crashes into me and my tray, spilling my drinks all over the floor. Lucky the manager saw. Gave me free drinks that spilled, and I said thanks. I kept apologizing to the cleaner though.. I still feel bad.

Talking about the past and about love lives and I came home only to see on my PC:

jazz89@hotmail.com : hey do you suppose we could talk?

Apparently some people fail to understand the meaning of "we're through" or "it's over" or "this is the last you'll hear of or see me again."

♫ heartache heartache i just have so much, a simple love with a complex touch; and there is nothing you can say OR do, I called to let you know I'm THROUGH with you and I ain't never coming back to you. ♥

Oh yeah, and Joce made this quirky comment when I was buying supper for her.

"It's so nice going out with you when you're rich." And she smiled.

Haha. Beeeeeeeeyotch. I love you too, assclown.