Sunday, September 26, 2004
I didn't have time to write what happened after work on Friday. Was kinda tired, and didn't get home till late, even though I was out of the restaurant at 9:30PM.
I was driving home, listening to the radio and paying only the minimum attention to the road when I saw some car's hazards flashing ahead of me. Took me a moment to decide whether or not to slow down and see if anyone needed help. Since there was only one car there (the one with the hazards) I slowed to a stop in the middle of the road.
The first thing I see is some girl a bit older than me sobbing and crying and hyperventilating (I'd bet that I spelled that wrong, but Blogger's spellchecker is a piece of $#!t). Her boyfriend is probably considering cussing out his car, which is dead and refuses to start. She asks for a flashlight and I hand mine over, then pull over to see if I can figure out what's wrong with the car.
The guy says the engine must have blown, and from the look and sound of it, it had. I offer them a ride home, the offer gets accepted, and I end up driving home in near-complete silence with an occasional sob from the backseat.
I'm glad I stopped, even though I was paranoid enough to get my knife out of the console and shove it into my pocket. I know what it's like to have your car break down in the middle of nowhere and have absolutely no one stop to give you a hand. There used to be a time where the first person that saw you would stop to help, but now hardly anyone has that kind of concern.
Now I'll talk about today. :P
My feet were still sore when I got up to go to work, but I managed to survive to around 2 in the afternoon. Managed to figure out how to carry one of those big-ass trays, but I popped my shoulder really bad the first time. Then, for about 10-20 minutes after that customer-and-Teri-threatening incident, my shoulder kept making these popping noises and feelings whenever I moved it. Teri ended up showing me a different way to carry it, but I nearly dropped it twice doing it that way. Allow me to mention that I also folded nearly four whole tubs of those damn silverware/napkin things. Almost 200. I don't want to touch another one of those until Saturday.
Came home, got something to eat, and got online to check my mail. I had 7 new messages, and all but 2 were spam. And lemme tell you, I hate spam. It puts me in a bad mood. But when I saw who the other two e-mails were from, the bad mood flew out the window. Only the sender is going to know who they are, so nyah.
Retreated into my bedroom when the rest of the family got home from getting hay. Messed around on my gameboy for a while, the parents left for the barn, and Becca's boyfriend showed up somewhere between me getting lost in tall grass in Pokemon Ruby (I'm a nerd, I know, but it's the only GB Game I own that I haven't played) and me nearly getting my ass kicked by a dragonbird thing that was sitting on a cloud. I won't go into detail with that one.
In no time at all, the house started smelling of Becca's boyfriend. I decided I did not want to stick around and suffer that smell any longer, nor try eating the mystery casserole sitting on the stove. So I got into the car and drove to Perkins to eat. They did a pretty good job on the club sandwich I ate, and at least Melanie wasn't a bitch to me when I walked in.
Having Amanda say "Hey gorgeous, how're you?" or "How're you doing, gorgeous?" or something like that also made me feel better, and not the sexually-feel better, either. So stay out of the gutter! ;)
I think the real surprise was when I ended up seeing Angie following Jordon into the restaurant. It took me a good while to realize that it was Angie and not some chubby cousin of Jordon's, but I hope neither of them get wind of me saying that.... Anyway, the chubby-looking part came from the fact that she's pregnant (a funny image of Jaey popped up at this point, but I took care not to laugh out loud). After I finished eating, I got up and walked over to the table to see what card Jordon had gotten for Bev, who is leaving Perkins shortly, and that's when I figured out it was Angie and not Jordon's chubby cousin. Unless I'm completely out of the loop and there's some relation I'm missing, but we won't go there cause then I'll be confused as hell and I'll have at least two people out for my blood.
Stood and chatted for a moment, signed the card after stealing Justin's pen, then went to pay for my meal and leave. Was just about to leave when Amanda caught my attention, looking like she was telling me to come over. Payed and was about to when she disappeared, then turned around to leave when she came out of the kitchen again and looked liked she was telling me to stay put. So I did and waited for her to walk through the kitchen so I could figure out why she was trying so hard to get my attention.
Apparently, after I left the table, Angie told Amanda I was "kinda cute" or something along those lines. I had to laugh at that, actually, for multiple reasons and one of them I won't go in to cause it's personal and kind of embarassing/humiliating. One reason, though, was because I've never found myself attractive in any way. Until about recently, and not tonight, either. I suppose I'm attractive in the masculine sense, but no one should ever ask me if I find myself attractive, cause I'm biased and negative and I will automatically say "no."
I still ended up laughing while I was walking out to my car and driving home. :P Or something akin to laughing, since I haven't actually -laughed- for over two years. I guess I've kinda forgotten how to. All I can do now is smile or grin, and chuckle or snicker. Giggling is a bit rare, but not out of the question.
And look at the time. It's late, and I need to take my contacts out and go to bed. I still have English and History to do, but I left both at school.... eh. Oh well.
I was driving home, listening to the radio and paying only the minimum attention to the road when I saw some car's hazards flashing ahead of me. Took me a moment to decide whether or not to slow down and see if anyone needed help. Since there was only one car there (the one with the hazards) I slowed to a stop in the middle of the road.
The first thing I see is some girl a bit older than me sobbing and crying and hyperventilating (I'd bet that I spelled that wrong, but Blogger's spellchecker is a piece of $#!t). Her boyfriend is probably considering cussing out his car, which is dead and refuses to start. She asks for a flashlight and I hand mine over, then pull over to see if I can figure out what's wrong with the car.
The guy says the engine must have blown, and from the look and sound of it, it had. I offer them a ride home, the offer gets accepted, and I end up driving home in near-complete silence with an occasional sob from the backseat.
I'm glad I stopped, even though I was paranoid enough to get my knife out of the console and shove it into my pocket. I know what it's like to have your car break down in the middle of nowhere and have absolutely no one stop to give you a hand. There used to be a time where the first person that saw you would stop to help, but now hardly anyone has that kind of concern.
Now I'll talk about today. :P
My feet were still sore when I got up to go to work, but I managed to survive to around 2 in the afternoon. Managed to figure out how to carry one of those big-ass trays, but I popped my shoulder really bad the first time. Then, for about 10-20 minutes after that customer-and-Teri-threatening incident, my shoulder kept making these popping noises and feelings whenever I moved it. Teri ended up showing me a different way to carry it, but I nearly dropped it twice doing it that way. Allow me to mention that I also folded nearly four whole tubs of those damn silverware/napkin things. Almost 200. I don't want to touch another one of those until Saturday.
Came home, got something to eat, and got online to check my mail. I had 7 new messages, and all but 2 were spam. And lemme tell you, I hate spam. It puts me in a bad mood. But when I saw who the other two e-mails were from, the bad mood flew out the window. Only the sender is going to know who they are, so nyah.
Retreated into my bedroom when the rest of the family got home from getting hay. Messed around on my gameboy for a while, the parents left for the barn, and Becca's boyfriend showed up somewhere between me getting lost in tall grass in Pokemon Ruby (I'm a nerd, I know, but it's the only GB Game I own that I haven't played) and me nearly getting my ass kicked by a dragonbird thing that was sitting on a cloud. I won't go into detail with that one.
In no time at all, the house started smelling of Becca's boyfriend. I decided I did not want to stick around and suffer that smell any longer, nor try eating the mystery casserole sitting on the stove. So I got into the car and drove to Perkins to eat. They did a pretty good job on the club sandwich I ate, and at least Melanie wasn't a bitch to me when I walked in.
Having Amanda say "Hey gorgeous, how're you?" or "How're you doing, gorgeous?" or something like that also made me feel better, and not the sexually-feel better, either. So stay out of the gutter! ;)
I think the real surprise was when I ended up seeing Angie following Jordon into the restaurant. It took me a good while to realize that it was Angie and not some chubby cousin of Jordon's, but I hope neither of them get wind of me saying that.... Anyway, the chubby-looking part came from the fact that she's pregnant (a funny image of Jaey popped up at this point, but I took care not to laugh out loud). After I finished eating, I got up and walked over to the table to see what card Jordon had gotten for Bev, who is leaving Perkins shortly, and that's when I figured out it was Angie and not Jordon's chubby cousin. Unless I'm completely out of the loop and there's some relation I'm missing, but we won't go there cause then I'll be confused as hell and I'll have at least two people out for my blood.
Stood and chatted for a moment, signed the card after stealing Justin's pen, then went to pay for my meal and leave. Was just about to leave when Amanda caught my attention, looking like she was telling me to come over. Payed and was about to when she disappeared, then turned around to leave when she came out of the kitchen again and looked liked she was telling me to stay put. So I did and waited for her to walk through the kitchen so I could figure out why she was trying so hard to get my attention.
Apparently, after I left the table, Angie told Amanda I was "kinda cute" or something along those lines. I had to laugh at that, actually, for multiple reasons and one of them I won't go in to cause it's personal and kind of embarassing/humiliating. One reason, though, was because I've never found myself attractive in any way. Until about recently, and not tonight, either. I suppose I'm attractive in the masculine sense, but no one should ever ask me if I find myself attractive, cause I'm biased and negative and I will automatically say "no."
I still ended up laughing while I was walking out to my car and driving home. :P Or something akin to laughing, since I haven't actually -laughed- for over two years. I guess I've kinda forgotten how to. All I can do now is smile or grin, and chuckle or snicker. Giggling is a bit rare, but not out of the question.
And look at the time. It's late, and I need to take my contacts out and go to bed. I still have English and History to do, but I left both at school.... eh. Oh well.
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