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gakifang's InsaneJournal:
| Friday, March 13th, 2009 | |
| 2:28 am | And now I have no more work! Whee!! Nine shifts in two weeks, seven of which were back to back, are Not Fun. Well, no, that's not true. I am enough of a nut that I enjoy my job most days, I just enjoy it less when my feet hurt like a bitch even with the trick of lacing my shoes up like a foot corset. Owwie. Had to soak my feet tonight just so the scarred right one would stop twinging. Have horribly long list of Shit That Must Be Done which has been accumulating throughout the week, and most of which has to be done tomorrow. >.< Apparently Osaka sells a bottle of wine for 95 dollars. I was shocked and impressed and also slightly bemused that I poured a bottle of wine that cost slightly less than my new tire. And six old people can pack away over two hundred dollars worth of food. And by pack away, I though they'd need at least four to-go boxes when I brought the food out and the dishes that left the table damn near had teeth marks in them. Will be able to see the Roomie for more then forty minutes tomorrow and when I'm not tired as hell. How bizarre. |
| Sunday, March 1st, 2009 | |
| 11:31 pm | So for the past day and a half, I have been making hideously embarrassing squeeing noises in a pitch that really only dogs can hear. Is it because of Megacon? Partly. It is largely because as Roomie and I were wandering around in the Dealer's Room on Saturday, the Voice of God that had been popping on and off to announce various things all day noted that it was slow in the signing area and that it would be a good time to get autograph of these stars, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, Gareth David Lloyd, blah blah, and blah blah. We then discovered that yes, it is possible for a determined 140 pound person to cross a very crowded exhibition hall roughly the size of the average junior high while dragging a 5'3" person in under three minutes. And then I got autographs and found a corner to spazz in because holy shit, I just met GARETH DAVID LLOYD. Eeeeeeee! Current Mood:  cheerful |
| Sunday, December 14th, 2008 | |
| 12:48 am | Hosting is for people who can't hack it as servers. Tonight started off slow, which is why I let the triple seating pass. And by slow, I mean ten people total in sushi and my tables were three sets of two with ten minutes between them. This was no real biggie, other than the fact that is was an omen for the rest of the night. We have a seating chart and four servers. Two servers are supposed to get ten before the other two start being seated due to two different shifts, and the seating chart is to remain as even as possible without double seating. The hostess was bouncing all around with the seating, leaving one section completely empty, two others stuffed to bursting and one so-so. This irritates servers a little, by the way. Then, she seats a twelve top. I get it and she tells me that she probably won't be able to seat me again tonight because of the number of people. Oh dear, I shall be able to go home early. The horror. The unspeakable tragedy. I am, by the way on the third day of four back to back shifts, most of which have ended much later than they should have. I get my twelve top. They are almost shockingly uncomplicated. As I take orders, the hostess seats a table in my section and gives it to L, which makes sense because *I'm* not using them and someone should make some money off them. I tell the hostess this and she agrees. A little later on, she seats the other table ('other' because there were only two table in my section not taken up by the twelve top). I assume that this has been given to B or L, or even K who was on opening shift with me, and leave them alone. This is a foolish assumption. It requires common sense, an ability to count above ten while wearing shoes, and a higher cognitive ability than the average gold fish or sorority girl. All of which the hostess is missing tonight. Having noticed the table still left alone, I corner the hostess after she seats another table in K's section to find out whose table it is. This is occasionally necessary as our hosts have a disagreeable tendency to stealth seat someone in a different section and then never tell you. Oh, it's yours, she blithely informs me. Why would you ever think differently? Silly sushi server, it's in your section, of course it's yours. How foolish of me to think differently, and assume that because I still have a twelve top to take care of and that I am currently ten people ahead of every one else that it would be given to someone else. When I inquired about why on earth she would give me another table, especially with all these things taken in to consideration, especially since she herself thought it would have been unfair, she said 'Well, because I haven't seated you in so long.' Happily, Manager G came by and stopped me from making a girl cry in front of my table. Always bad for tips. I gave the new table to L and told said table that their server would be by in just a moment, sorry about the wait, the front desk fucked up and no-one knew you were here. Current Mood:  pissy |
| Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008 | |
| 12:21 am | I had a post about this weekend but that will get done later as I am highly distracted by the gigantic fucking spider that just crawled past me. Holy fucking god. The only spider I've seen that bigger than this and not a pet or exhibit was Bubbles, the massive wolf spider. And..Fuck. It vanished right next my bed. I'm never sleeping in here again. Hah! Found and squished it. There will be no spider that looks like a brown recluse and is that goddamn big allowed to live in my house. Ever. Bigger than the iguana's head, Jesus. Current Mood:  SPIDERS IN MY BED! |
| Monday, November 10th, 2008 | |
| 9:26 am | Ow. Ow ow ow. Motherfucking weather change. Two major joints and three finger are trying to lock up because we have a cold front. This shit's not supposed to happen until you're forty and have done nasty things to your joints. Fuck you, body. Current Mood:  cold |
| Sunday, November 9th, 2008 | |
| 1:33 pm | Which reminds me... If anybody ever tells you that iguanas don't have teeth or that it doesn't hurt when they bite you, smack them. They're lying. A lot. 'Scuse me, I need a tissue and a bandaid. |
| 10:51 am | Adorable korean girls get away with murder *pokes at eyebrow* The lid to the ice bin was dropped on my face yesterday. I'm pretty sure that it'll bruise. In other work news, they've gone to a split shift type deal instead of the full time/part time thing. So far it seems to be working well, but we've only had it for five days so we're still trying to work out the kinks and what not. I had two make up tests to take after the trip to D.C., and I was mostly worried about the History of ANT one, so I did my best to memorize the names and ideas. I get to the test and while the first little bit is names and ideas, it's all stuff from the past twenty years, and the last two parts are radiometry and site procedure. I was utterly confused (and seriously panicked because, wow, did I fuck up my studying or what) but did my best. I get an email a couple days latter from the professor going 'So sorry, that was the wrong test for the wrong class. Wanna try again?'. So I have the retest set for tomorrow. My room has once more devolved into a complete pit, but since cleaning it up would require going through all my clothes and culling what I don't wear, it'll probably stay a mess until I hit a writer's block on my paper. Current Mood: amused |
| Monday, September 22nd, 2008 | |
| 4:03 am | So, told sibling that coming down this weekend would probably suck, seeing as I have work both days. We switched the time to tomorrow, and as I hung up, I realized that that means I had to stuff the week of cleaning I had been planning on into one night. Argh. But I'm half way done, even though the hose attachment on the vacuum doesn't work and I can't do laundry til morning cause it's noisy as hell. On the plus side it triggered a purge , so I've been going through stuff and chucking it out if it doesn't hit certain requirements. There was also the really amusing half hour of hiding Things Not Little Sibling Appropriate and trying to find space for all the books. |
| Wednesday, September 10th, 2008 | |
| 1:45 am | There is a cicada on my window singing. It is very loud and sounds remarkably like a Dalek. I found out my uncle was in town by driving past him on my way to work. Spent a minute or two going 'That guy walks a lot like John-nii. Actually that guy looks a lot like Jo- Ooh! Hi! Hi, John-nii! Hi!'. And then I remembered I was driving down a very busy road during lunch time traffic. link |
| Sunday, August 3rd, 2008 | |
| 4:11 pm | I have a head cold. Yick. Hopefully it's going to remain mild, and not suddenly make my head try to implode at work. Got a call from my mom this morning. She and dad are heading back up to Pennsylvania as Granddad took a downturn yesterday. I had to call back this afternoon, since I had been half asleep when she called and forgot to wish her a happy birthday. |
| Tuesday, June 10th, 2008 | |
| 11:57 pm | God, I would kill for some kickass chinese. First stop, when I get back is going to be Far East. |
| Tuesday, May 27th, 2008 | |
| 1:16 am | Things we have discovered tonight: Pearl sake goes well with Mickey D's One small bottle of Pearl sake is enough to get me tipsy Torchwood is a bad thing to watch when tipsy as I once again ended up with an accent. Roomie says this time I sounded irish, and I'll take her word with it since I'm absolute shit at distinguishing between accents from the British Isles. Mondays are fucking slow at work. Slow enough that Greg gave us sudoku puzzles to keep us occupied. Current Mood: cheerful |
| Sunday, May 25th, 2008 | |
| 1:22 am | Things to do later today: Haircut. Unfortunately, having been cockblocked on that by mom, it will merely be a trim and not the wholesale decimation of the stupid stuff. Woes. Rescue the money from being molested by the lizard. What the fuck, Bob? What the fuck? Fill up the truck, preferably using the aforementioned molested money. Ew. Work, where it will hopefully not be insanely pathetic and I will make more than fifteen dollars. Edit// Dear self, Please stop falling for the lizard's argument that in our shirt is the warmest darkest spot in the room, and he should thus get to nap there. He lies and only wishes to stick his pointy jhfgbsikjg littlkjhfg little claws in every ticklish spot we have fiuuhbuidfdrg. Srsly, stop. Me Current Mood: chipper |
| Monday, May 12th, 2008 | |
| 9:18 pm | I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE JESUS CHRIST WTF Dear body, I realize that there is something that we've touched or eaten or breathed near that you can't stand. But holy fuck if you don't knock off this shit with the itchy ass hives on our hands and toes, I will skin you. See if I don't. Remember what happened with the poison ivy, bitch? Flamingly pissed, me Current Mood: aggravated |
| Wednesday, May 7th, 2008 | |
| 12:18 am | Does it make me a sick puppy that Scissor Sisters 'I Can't Decide', ie. the song The Master plays while doing Bad Bad Things, make me giggle like a mad thing the whole way through? The very eye catching sunburn I picked up while fishing (because I am Whitey McWhiterson and totally forgot sunscreen)has faded, though it very nicely frames the huge ass bruise I got at work. The best pratfall there for months and months and it was me and I didn't get to see it. Woes. It sounded fucking impressive though. I skidded into the weird wood stools the sushi chefs use, so there was a 'meep','thud', and then the sound of my coworker's concerned inquires being drown out by my hysterical laughter. I skidded for three feet, it was cool as hell. Also, vanilla chai creamer? A thing of glory. Current Mood:  accomplished |
| Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008 | |
| 8:01 am | I haz kofee. :iz happy: And once more, I saw dawn from the wrong side, although I feel there is really no good side to seeing dawn, barring a road trip, all because I forgot about my lovely placebo sleep aids until 3 am. Nrrgh. Must also resuscitate my give-a-damn, as I still have two papers to work on. |
| Monday, April 21st, 2008 | |
| 12:31 am | Dad says my coffee pot is definitely broken, so I'll have to get a new one. This is a new thin for me as it's the first one I'll have bought that isn't from the BX. We went to the Celtic Fest on Saturday, and I once again proved my white girl cred by frying like an egg. Presentation is over with and I don't believe I bombed. However, the paper for the class I hate is now due and I have used all of my give-a-damn on the presentation. And my sleep patterns are still hideously fucked up. Edit// God dammit, Torchwood. Despite the fact that Gwen makes me froth incoherently in rage on a regular basis, I adore the rest of the characters enough to put up with inevitable apoplexy. Do British (Welsh) cops not get gun safety? At all? |
| Friday, April 18th, 2008 | |
| 6:27 am | So after finishing up my presentation, or at least as much that can be done without the labs, I tried to watch an episode of Torchwood. I picked Countrycide for shits and giggles, as apparently every show need cannabalistic hillbillies. It was going fairly well til the forth part and Gwen(?) gave up her gun needlessly and possibly condemned the four of them to being dinner. It probably doesn't end like that but honestly. Four people, three guns, one armed bad guy who is proven to kill. Why wouldn't you shoot? Crazy British people. Current Mood: amused |
| Sunday, March 30th, 2008 | |
| 1:37 am | Does anyone know how to induce vomiting in an iguana? The suicidal little shit head just ate a big slice of goat cheese. Current Mood: aggravated |
| Wednesday, March 26th, 2008 | |
| 10:28 pm | ....My roommate is a pain in my ass. I'm currently stuck in a scottish accent, and all she's doing is laughing. And singing London Bridge is Falling Down. Arrgh. I had to go through Walgreens like this! Edit// Ah shit. I had it back to normal and walk out to the living room, cheering. And then my roommate kicked me right back into it. So now I'll sulking with my thankfully nonverbal lizard. Current Mood: amused |