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My weekend.
May. 24th, 2010 12:23 amSo my weekend wasn't all that great.
My date Friday night was with this guy Geoff. Met him on eHarmony, we were moderately comparable so I'm like...'Well, why not?' It totally BLEW. We met at this coffee shop nearby to my restaurant (of which my Regional Manager wants to go ahead with me being the next Shift Lead...my GM is doing jack shit about it though :|) and the guy was just...so lackluster it wasn't even funny. Like, he never started a conversation. I had to start all topics and then it would die off again. And he kept making a weird noise like he was trying to swallow that last bit of cum that got stuck in the back of his throat.
After an hour of awkwardness the place closes and he says 'well, you can text me to set something up again!' and I'm like 'Sure!'.
Not at chance.
Saturday I got to the lake for a friends birthday + him & his fiance (I'm a bridesmaid) sixth anniversary. Ryan happens to be there. First, he spends half the day on his phone playing a game. He purposely does not look at me. Then, I move off to talk to some friends that arrived after I did. I keep catching him staring at me. Eventually he joins the group, slowly works his way closer to me and looks at me and says 'You dyed your hair?' "Yeah." "I like the copper color. It looks good on you. It's a big change." "Yeah. I needed a few of those."
About 30 minutes later he and his boytoy roommate leave together. He and Raven have gotten so sickeningly alike it disturbs me. He does not mention the cage, the boys, or anything.
On the way home I blow a tire. Correction, I shred that bitch like I did yo' Momma's ass. The Toll Tag people send someone out, we eventually change it, and then my doughnut was flat!
Dad gets home we look things up.....these aren't even the right tires for my car. So rather than replacing two, like I thought, I have to replace all 4. So far the lowest price was about 350$ when I'm barely going to make 500$ this paycheck.
I do a little light bitching and moaning on facebook and get a message from some girl that just blew 4,000$ to get her tits done and is constantly whining about not having enough money:
Katie Reiser
ouch. oh no. pick up some serving shifts. might help. now you get my situation everyday. its stressful.
I am trying, SO FUCKING HARD, not to be miss super raging bitch it's not even funny.
No, I am not irresponsible with my money and blow it on getting some juice packs added to my body just so I can have something to jiggle up top. No, I do not over extend myself by smoking and getting starbucks 3 times a day. No, I do not whine to other people and ask folks for money on a weekly basis.
I am responsible. I do not serve because a) I like getting paid to stand around for the most part. b) I am good at what I do here. c) I don't like to serve. d) I NEED to know exactly how much to expect every single paycheck so that I KNOW I'm going to cover my bills. I save my money, I do what I Need to for extra cash (sold my iPhone, skipped eating out with everyone else) and when push comes to shove I do NOT Like to accept help from anyone. I just don't.
So don't you DARE come at me and say 'now you get my situation everyday' like I don't know what the hell stress and bills are like. Don't you fucking suggest that I don't have my own troubles or that somehow mine are beneath yours. YOU were irresponsible. YOU created the mess you're in, and NO, I did not tell my tire to shred, or the dealer to put the wrong shit on my car, but damned if I won't get myself out of my own mess.
She told me that I was the only one of her friends that could 'afford' to miss days to take her for her surgery, but I was in Baltimore at the time.
Actually, no, I can't miss days of work for shit like that. Going to see my sister is a hell of a lot different than 'oh noez, you're getting your boobies done!!!'
It amazes me how irresponsible a 31 year old MOTHER can be. *huffs & puffs*
I feel better.
My date Friday night was with this guy Geoff. Met him on eHarmony, we were moderately comparable so I'm like...'Well, why not?' It totally BLEW. We met at this coffee shop nearby to my restaurant (of which my Regional Manager wants to go ahead with me being the next Shift Lead...my GM is doing jack shit about it though :|) and the guy was just...so lackluster it wasn't even funny. Like, he never started a conversation. I had to start all topics and then it would die off again. And he kept making a weird noise like he was trying to swallow that last bit of cum that got stuck in the back of his throat.
After an hour of awkwardness the place closes and he says 'well, you can text me to set something up again!' and I'm like 'Sure!'.
Not at chance.
Saturday I got to the lake for a friends birthday + him & his fiance (I'm a bridesmaid) sixth anniversary. Ryan happens to be there. First, he spends half the day on his phone playing a game. He purposely does not look at me. Then, I move off to talk to some friends that arrived after I did. I keep catching him staring at me. Eventually he joins the group, slowly works his way closer to me and looks at me and says 'You dyed your hair?' "Yeah." "I like the copper color. It looks good on you. It's a big change." "Yeah. I needed a few of those."
About 30 minutes later he and his boytoy roommate leave together. He and Raven have gotten so sickeningly alike it disturbs me. He does not mention the cage, the boys, or anything.
On the way home I blow a tire. Correction, I shred that bitch like I did yo' Momma's ass. The Toll Tag people send someone out, we eventually change it, and then my doughnut was flat!
Dad gets home we look things up.....these aren't even the right tires for my car. So rather than replacing two, like I thought, I have to replace all 4. So far the lowest price was about 350$ when I'm barely going to make 500$ this paycheck.
I do a little light bitching and moaning on facebook and get a message from some girl that just blew 4,000$ to get her tits done and is constantly whining about not having enough money:
Katie Reiser
ouch. oh no. pick up some serving shifts. might help. now you get my situation everyday. its stressful.
I am trying, SO FUCKING HARD, not to be miss super raging bitch it's not even funny.
No, I am not irresponsible with my money and blow it on getting some juice packs added to my body just so I can have something to jiggle up top. No, I do not over extend myself by smoking and getting starbucks 3 times a day. No, I do not whine to other people and ask folks for money on a weekly basis.
I am responsible. I do not serve because a) I like getting paid to stand around for the most part. b) I am good at what I do here. c) I don't like to serve. d) I NEED to know exactly how much to expect every single paycheck so that I KNOW I'm going to cover my bills. I save my money, I do what I Need to for extra cash (sold my iPhone, skipped eating out with everyone else) and when push comes to shove I do NOT Like to accept help from anyone. I just don't.
So don't you DARE come at me and say 'now you get my situation everyday' like I don't know what the hell stress and bills are like. Don't you fucking suggest that I don't have my own troubles or that somehow mine are beneath yours. YOU were irresponsible. YOU created the mess you're in, and NO, I did not tell my tire to shred, or the dealer to put the wrong shit on my car, but damned if I won't get myself out of my own mess.
She told me that I was the only one of her friends that could 'afford' to miss days to take her for her surgery, but I was in Baltimore at the time.
Actually, no, I can't miss days of work for shit like that. Going to see my sister is a hell of a lot different than 'oh noez, you're getting your boobies done!!!'
It amazes me how irresponsible a 31 year old MOTHER can be. *huffs & puffs*
I feel better.