Sunday is one of my best friend’s birthdays. He’s celebrating on Saturday with dinner and then going out to the bars later. (continue reading…)

I’m not even sure how I should feel about this. At current I’m not emotive about it but I know that if I keep thinking about it, I’ll develop some sort of emotion about it.

The rundown:

One of my best friends recently (in January) had an altercation with his roommate that made him want to move out. He told me about and we talked about it. I suggested that we could go apartment hunting and move in together since technically I have no place of my own. The idea was tabled. We never talked about it again because I wasn’t getting the vibe that he was moving out anymore. Yesterday I come to find out (from twitter and eventually over lunch) that he and one of his friends have gotten an apartment together. Apparently it’d been in the works for about a week.

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I started a new job Monday as a banquet server/chef. I’ve been a ‘banquet server’ for going on 3 years now and I’ve been for more than half my life. Today, a customer that’s been by daily for the past 8 weeks noticed the new chef in the kitchen- me. He was curious about me so he asked where I was from and what my specialty was. I replied that I’m from Natchez and my specialty is Cajun food because that’s what I’m used to eating and cooking. Seeing as we’re in Iowa the patron was pleasantly surprised and thrilled at the prospect of having flavorful food. “What can you do with a chicken breast?” he asked. “Anything you want,” was my reply so the patron asked me to make him something Cajun but not too spicy. And I did.

I decided on honey glazed lemon pepper blackened chicken. I was just going to Cajun season the chicken breast but I decided to add honey and a little lemon zest to take away from the spiciness. It turned out well. The man was happy. So I was happy. It’s been a while since I worked in a restaurant and cooked something that I devised and a patron has commented that they liked it. It’s always nice to be appreciated for your skills. Needless to say, it made my night.

I’m not huge on demanding that people respect me. I personally don’t give a crap if you do or not. But I have my limits. You aren’t just going to say any and everything to me and expect it to be cool. If we’re working together then I demand respect. If I’ve got the knowledge, skills, and experience and I show you a better and easier way to do something or if I’m responsible for you doing something, you better believe I EXPECT you to do it the way I asked without giving me shit. That said, in my personal life, I don’t demand respect. For us to be friends, you have to treat me respectfully or we just won’t interact. (continue reading…)

Today I decided to go to Burger King for lunch. I wasn’t aware that it was going to turn out to be an experience.

It was lunchtime. Needless to say, it was somewhat busy, and the newbie cashier wasn’t making matters easier. A 10 minute wait in line yielded my turn to order. I proceeded to get a medium onion ring, value drink, and a whopper with no onions & extra pickle. Oh and I filled out the survey to get the whopper for free. So I was happy.

My order’s in and I’m handed my drink cup. I go the the pop machine, get ice, hit Coke for my Coke/Vault/Fanta drink and pffffff- syrupless Coke pours into my cup. I mention it to someone behind the counter and she tells me it’s out of syrup and the manager will change it and she could fill me up from the drivethru window. Sure. No dice- it was out of syrup as well. Multiple apologies were made and I went on my way, unphased, and not really concerned that I couldn’t get Coke- it’s only a pop, who cares. (continue reading…)

This weekend was intense, stressful, revelatory, and résumé building. I spent 26.8 hours at work managing two events. I’d provide more details about where I work and what I do but there’s someone who’ll probably end up reading this that’s just nosy for no damn reason. He thinks for some odd ass reason he’s entitled to know my every move, that I should update him 24/7/52,  and he should provide unnecessary, condescending, second-guessing commentary for every action I take.  Well you don’t, you irritate the hell out of me because you do this and think when people attempt to inform you that your overbearing ‘advice’ is unneeded and unwelcome you: a)deny it, b)get pissy, c)start being condescending if you haven’t already, d)pretend you know best and that I’ll fail from a lack of taking your shit, e)bring it up out of context whenever you get the chance, and f)act like my ideas are worthless because I thought of them without your input. But I digress and you’re no longer worth the additional thought and frustration you cause. You didn’t even deserve that paragraph but I figured I’d write it so you can realize why I don’t take any time to talk to you. (continue reading…)