Monday, January 23, 2006

So this is fun.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.


"It's a simple question, man!" - Feet of Clay by Terry Pratchett.

Amusingly enough the question in question is what size of shoes are worn by the person being spoken to. I love Discworld books.

Employment

So I got a job. I'm now experiencing waitressing. My feet hurt. *whimpers* On the other hand, the restaurant is small, and I only have to serve them drinks and soup and stuff. Course, that means I often work by myself, which means that I do absolutely everything that the cooks don't do. Meh, anyways, tips are nice. I don't get that many compared to what I would working other places, but I've never had tips at all, so I'm happy. Also, unless I'm really, really worn out, I actually enjoy working here. Getting there is sometimes another story, but once I'm at work, there's lots to do, and the people are usually nice. Except for this one girl yesterday... I overheard her as I was cleaning another table... "Mommy, don't give that lady a tip, she's really slow." I'll show you slow, little wench. I don't think I'd ever before been tempted to spit in someone's drink. The urge passed, however, and I just spent the next half an hour thinking of nasty things I could say to her. And then what was left of my better judgement reared its unwelcome head and reminded me that my adversary was all of 8 years old. I proceeded to feel a little silly.

Friday, January 06, 2006

Unemployment

I really don't know what I'm going to do. The last several jobs I've applied for have all turned me down, and it won't be long before I'm at the end of my rope. It's not like I'll be out on the street or anything, but I need to be able to make it on my own, and I'm having trouble with that right now. Part of it is laziness, and the other part is that I'm scared of looking for a job. But I'll have to do something soon, I'm just not at all looking forward to it. I wish so much that I was back in school. >_<