Throwing a match on gasoline-soaked eyeballs.

Teflon Parakeet: Posting?!
psykotik2k: not yet =(
psykotik2k: on the phone actually
psykotik2k: but i’ll post later
Teflon Parakeet: suuuuuuuure.
psykotik2k: oh hush
psykotik2k: why dont you post? =P
Teflon Parakeet: Because that just gives you a reason not to. 🙂
psykotik2k: haha
psykotik2k: i’ll post if you post
Teflon Parakeet: Besides, they’d really rather hear from you.
psykotik2k: well. you post. then i post
psykotik2k: we’ll both post
Teflon Parakeet: Deal.

So, we all missed FUBAR; that’s pretty much been covered by now. I was starting to like the Cobalt Raq, though…it was a comforting constant in my life.

I worked last night. Ended up just not taking tables the last three hours that we were open. The bar was in and out of the bathroom all night, bumping lines with their friends, and they were trashed besides that (shots of Patron all night), so it was taking me 20+ minutes to get drinks for each table. Not that I really have any room to bitch about anyone doing anything like that, but at work? And to the point where none of the three servers on were getting tipped properly, or even at ALL in some cases…eh. Fuck that.

They had tabs walk out, and didn’t care, some old couple was groping each other (literally, she was on his lap, grinding, and his hand was up her shirt…fucking nasty shit; take it home, don’t do that at a BAR.) Add in the tourtured artist wanna-be sitting in a back corner, eating soup and demanding refills every time I walked by…nevermind that he already had a server, and could just ask her, plus *I* had no check with him, kiss *my* ass. …It really was just chaos, and there were a few other reasons I was feeling completely insane; had to do with what all was going on, but more in a peripheral sense, something I’m trying to get over and just don’t like to BE around.

So I ran my reports and sat up with our doorguy, chainsmoking and talking, watching the new server guy run around trying to get phone numbers from various skanky Rollins girls. Chugged coffee while the other girl on the floor also gave up, sitting down with a table with a tray of shots and grabbing a pack of cigarettes. Utterly useless excuse for a “business” last night, I’m sure someone should be told about all the shit that was going on.

The thing is, it won’t be me. They don’t pay me enough to care.

Right. A post. There it is, Justin. A deal’s a deal.

15 thoughts on “Throwing a match on gasoline-soaked eyeballs.

  1. Libby’s mom’s resume is online

    see it here

    Also, her husband tests stuff on live rats. Just thought I’d mention it, but strange job for the son of God!

    Just do a search on Google!

    #1 | Comment by Viera4 — February 13, 2003 @ 11:33 pm

  2. Um…first post or something. I am sure someone else will have already posted by the time I put this through anyway.

    That’s alright Thess, spent 5 hours at the fair tonight handing out Cookies & samples. It was great fun.

    #2 | Comment by Jamlink — February 13, 2003 @ 11:33 pm

  3. Told you.

    #3 | Comment by Jamlink — February 13, 2003 @ 11:34 pm

  4. See, I like these kind of posts… not the ones where Thess just insults others… (Except maybe Jenn)

    #4 | Comment by Guizhang — February 13, 2003 @ 11:35 pm

  5. I’m glad you’re here, Guizhang. What did the quality control department EVER do without you?

    …Think about this, by the way: Hypocrisy. It’s okay in your mind if I’m “mean” to someone like Jenn, who you don’t like. But I shouldn’t be allowed to say the same type of things about someone you DO like? Feh.

    #5 | Comment by thess — February 13, 2003 @ 11:38 pm

  6. ok.. I guess I deserve that… but I said the Jenn part as a joke… a bad joke, but a joke…

    #6 | Comment by Guizhang — February 13, 2003 @ 11:57 pm

  7. Jem…..Jem is her name.

    #7 | Comment by Bubba — February 14, 2003 @ 1:02 am

  8. How about Peter the Freshman? It’s not being used.

    #8 | Comment by Seriously — February 14, 2003 @ 3:03 am

  9. Thess, you remind me of why I really don’t miss waitressing at all. <3 My sympathy, but it pays the bills, like you said.

    #9 | Comment by eve — February 14, 2003 @ 3:57 am

  10. Merry Valintine’s Day, all.

    #10 | Comment by Seriously — February 14, 2003 @ 4:09 am

  11. I spelled it wrong, didn’t I?

    #11 | Comment by Seriously — February 14, 2003 @ 4:09 am

  12. And since when what I say is taken seriously? Most people ignore me anyways, but the one person i dont want to anger does… its enough reason to slash your wrists (To avoid any other problems: My wrists not anyone else’s)

    #12 | Comment by Guizhang — February 14, 2003 @ 12:00 pm

  13. In fact, I have decided to ban myself permanently from commenting on FUBAR.

    Sometimes Its just better to jump on your sword … Good Bye to all!

    #13 | Comment by Guizhang — February 14, 2003 @ 12:10 pm

  14. "What did the quality control department EVER do without you?"

    If that’s not the funniest thing I’ve read this week, I just pissed in my authentic Arsenal shorts for nothing.
    She even put the damn question mark!

    #14 | Comment by Discommode — February 14, 2003 @ 12:41 pm

  15. *grins* So what’re you gonna change your name to? 🙂

    #15 | Comment by thess — February 14, 2003 @ 12:42 pm

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