Cue CANNONBALL to Uterus. Jumped back in bed and crawled like a prawn. Rolled over mom's legs and got off the bed.
Dragged my ass to the kitchen and put the pot of water on. Took my iPod out and played music. Cleaned yesterday's dishes. Started dancing around while waiting for water to boil.
Highway to hell came on and I went FUCKING wild.
I fucking love that song. Mom woke up and wondered what the fuss was all about. When she saw I did the dishes and boiled her pot of water, she didn't care if I blasted Lady Gaga at 9am.
Took me out to lunch and followed me to work. Sorta.
Went to work. Smoked.
Fuck work, by the way. Everyone was yelling at me.
They're having a slideshow and something's wrong with the AV screen. This guest runs right by me and yells at me "WHERE IS NIGEL?!" and I just looked at him, stunned. And he looked like he was going to punch my blur face. Then he just ran off. What. The. Fuck.
If it was my wedding and my wedding montage was going wrong, I would just kindly take the mic and give my apologies and say there's a technical difficulty. WHAT'S SO FUCKING HARD?
Customer sez : YOUR PA SYSTEM TOO LOUD, TURN VOLUME DOWN YES?
Me: Okay. *runs to find WHOEVER with the AV thing, while carrying tray FULL of plates*
Me: Ah, boss. HEY BOSS MAN! Can you lower the volume of the mic? People say it's too loud.
Boss: WTF GO FIND ONE OF THE OTHER GUYS DONT ASK ME IM BUSY HERE FIND ROLAND FIND REX FIND SOMEONE ELSE NOT ME CANT YOU SEE IM BLOODY BUSY
Me: Sigh. Okay.
Me: Ah, PR-AV guy. HEY! One of the VIPs are asking if you can turn the volume down a little bit?
AV-PR guy: What? No. Okay. Yes. Just ignore him. I mean, you can go to him and say "yeah. okay. thank you. it's noted."
If a fucking customer asks something, I get it done. Not fucking give a sarcastic answer and just leave it be. Then I might as well NOT attend to the motherfucker at all. Then I might as well not work. Defeats my purpose of being there.
Checked the change with the manager, and she screamed a "WHAT?!" at me.
I know you're busy, I really do. It might seem like I'm not, but really, all I want to do is get my job done, and get it done right. If you can't be there to ensure that I'm doing it right and reassure me when I ask, or reassure me when I'm uncertain, then.. don't call me back. Don't hire me. Because I don't want to be left in the dark only to be yelled at later if I take a wrong step, trying to find my way to the light.
Tired.
In the end the bitches all got their karma.
What crushed me though... I know I'm the favourite and everything, but when she yelled at me.. that was like the moment when Miss Elaine walked in the class and I shouted YOU FUCKING CHEEBYE at Mallar and she just stared at me, jaw open because of my language. The disappointment. That feeling of.. how you just let the one person in the whole world that you admired, down.
It sucks. And when she yelled at me, she's like my mentor. Kinda. I look up to her. She taught me about holding the tray, she taught me about the wines and the foods and things. I hate how she picks on me ALL the time, but working with her today was almost awesome until "WHAT?!" came along. Then I just felt sad.
Befriended the florist and sneaked a bunch of flowers home.
Other than shit, it was basically.. shit. Even Vivern needed a smoke. And the boy doesn't even smoke. He left early after drinking with me. Haha. Joce and I stayed till 1am.
Thanks for working with me today, Joce. Don't know what I'd have done without you. Probably walk out after the third asshole shouted at me.
Feel like shopping tomorrow. Mom says no shopping. Mom says save money if you wanna go to Alabama or you have no money for spending money there.
My heart breaks.
I feel sad now. And it's 530am. Well, almost. She was online yesterday. She showed signs of online activity just now. But my message went unanswered.. and the post.. maybe she didn't even read it at all.
Sigh.
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