Sometimes I hate coming into work cranky. I had nothing to eat and only a coffee, half of one, that still had remnants of hot chocolate from the night before. The mixture wasn't that great, but that's all I had in my gut. That, plus work was grating on me. I hate being in my 30's and working for kids, basically. There's one girl, a short manager, who's bitchy in general. I even see the way some customers regard her whenever she shouts and starts pointing rudely at us. I'm embarrassed for our restaurant whenever she acts power-hungry. She has her moments, but those are reserved for other employees. There use to be another manager, much taller, who was considered a bitch, but this one overthrew her a few months ago when we all got shorter shifts. I think she's responsible for the latest employee of the month we all question. I was headachy, which added to my crankiness. When the one bitchy manager, whom I actually like, said she was feeling grumpy, I asked, "Would you like to join my grumpy club?" which made her smile. I actually think she's hot. I wouldn't make a pass at her or anything, but it makes work tolerable. As I was watching her walk away, I thought, her uniform doesn't do her justice; our uniforms are unflattering, which I think is the intent. One girl use to have tight pants, but was instructed to change them. I was very distracted, indeed! I get into this wage-earning funk that lasts until I clock out. As soon as I'm done, my spirit tingles to life and I'm a fraction of myself. I thought I'd hate rehearsal. I was beginning to hate them, feeling like I wasn't accomplishing anything, like I wasn't chiselling my acting tools on this piece, but once I got there and we did a readthrough for the new actor, fun ensued. I have just a third of my lines down, yet nobody else has. Well, it's only May, and we have one more month to really get it together. As long as I'm in this show, I'm going to make the most of it. I don't know what'll happen once the fringe is over, but a lot of the shows and projects I do is to become a better actor. I also became an actor because I love acting, and this is fun. If I get too serious, I'll have no fun with this. It was lucky that the new actor was heading to my neighbourhood to get his girlfriend, so I got a ride home! S'nice! There's one employee who's always flirting with me. Because of his personality, it makes him attractive, but I still don't take it seriously enough to worry about him. It's not like I'll become straight just because a guy is hitting on me. It's harmless. I've met jerks before and he isn't one of them. I've been there long enough for him to go further, but he hasn't, so why worry? I did in the beginning, but now I don't need to, as long as I see it as harmless flirting. He thinks I'm attractive, but there's another girl he thinks of as attractive and I think she has an iron deficiency; she looks lifeless, and she's a manager! I almost felt insulted, but what am I going to do, eh? Faggeddaboutit! There's a lesbian cruise happening next month and if I don't buy my ticket soon enough, that boat is sailing without me. I was pondering what I want out of the whole adventure? Do I want to get laid? Do I want love? At this point, I don't know what I want, so I figure I'll throw caution to the wind and take a look at the lovely ladies. I'll go there to dance closely with some attractive one, see what happens. I think too much about what I want when I don't go with the flow often enough. I want to relax about it, regardless. I'm too old to worry about my parents. As much as I depend on them, I need to practice independence more. Must get a license. While Soaking in Lavendar... - Saturday, Apr. 06, 2019 He Reminded Me of An Incident Years Ago - Monday, Feb. 04, 2019 My Rose-Coloured Glasses are Smashed & I Don’t Want Them Anymore - Sunday, Feb. 03, 2019 It’s Been Awhile - Saturday, Feb. 02, 2019 I Never Needed You. - Thursday, Nov. 27, 2014
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