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Pizza

Pizza.  I love pizza.  This is a problem, because recently I have been eating it for either lunch or dinner about five times a week.  I had it yesterday, the day before, one of the two days before that…  Not only are Papa John’s and the mom + pop around the corner making a fortune off me, but I overeat every time.  A few things are causing this situation.  A) I quit my job at the Restaurant and thus am not being fed for free at work.  B) I used to work at the Restaurant and thus became accustomed to not needing to provide food for msyelf.  C) I haven’t gone grocery shopping since I quit and have no food in the house.  Tomorrow!  After work!  Go shopping!

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Video games consume my life.  I got a new TV (1080p) and so started playing Final Fantasy XII again.  As a result I have gotten nothing done for almost a week.

I put in my two weeks notice on Saturday.  After New Year’s Eve, and then the wedding on Friday I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I can no longer stand to work this job.  So Saturday on my way to work I stopped by Staples and printed my letter of resignation.  My manager’s reaction was “NO!”  Fortunately, you can’t really give someone’s resignation back.

So my official day of resignation is two Sundays from today.  Of course, I don’t work Sundays, so the day before will be my last.  Thank goodness.

I’ve started my new job as part time secretary at the Citadel.  So much nicer.  And after work today I went to a nearby café and asked if they were hiring.  Turns out they are.  The woman I spoke to wanted me to leave my CV.  Alas, I didn’t have it with me.  I was looking for an application to fill out and bring back later.  So I have to put my resume together again and write a cover letter to give to her tomorrow.

I have to go back to The Restaurant tomorrow night again too.  1 1/2 more weeks…

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It’s been a long time since I wrote anything here.  And while plenty has happened, I feel like there really isn’t any story to tell.

I’m fairly certain that last Wednesday was the last day I’ll ever see the tray taker boy, since the busy season is pretty much over now.  I’ve been in the Chase Room at The Restaurant for almost all of my recent shifts, which is nice since it’s a more calm room and I get tips from the bar.

I spent the last few days with my father’s side of the family up north.  My father’s brother’s only son’s family wasn’t there (they have four boys).  Only Lucy and her little sister for children.  They were great to have around.  I tried my best to be sociable with Lucy, who is now 10, as sort of practice.  I wasn’t that good at it.

And I just spent $500 on a new television.  I’m a spending junkie.  (And now my credit card is frozen because the bank is afraid of fraud after such a large purchase.)  I need to start making more money.  And I will soon, but I just sent myself further into the hole that I first must dig myself out of.

Today, while browsing Nifty, I came across a story title that felt like the first line to a poem.  So I tried to write the poem.  The line was “And then there was Joshua and Joseph.”  I corrected the grammar for my poem.

And then there were Joshua and Joseph,
Two boys of speechless wonder.
Their hearts beat furious and frantic
Within their narrow breasts.
Restless eyes failed to meet

And that’s all I could come up with.  Clearly, I am no poet.  But I’ve known that for a long time.

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Fool that I am

I feel like I’ve been remiss in my duties having gone through so much and written none of it down.

On Friday I indeed called in sick for work.  Unfortunately, my manager called me back and begged me to come in anyway.  And fool that I am, I said yes.  So I worked myself ragged, thus leading to my health problems.  I was very angry at the manager and at myself for that whole thing.  I vowed I will now always request off the whole day when I have something in the evening.  But stupid me, I just agreed to pick up an extra shift tomorrow and i have rehearsal at church that night.  So obviously my vows mean nothing.

My head still isn’t clear.  Being sick sucks.  I had my interview for the mentoring organization yesterday.  I’m really not sure how it went.  But I can do nothing until I hear, so I may as well not worry.  Hope, but largely not think about it.

Shower.

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Tomorrow is the new year.  For some reason, for the first time ever, the prospect of the new year excites me.  It’s not that I have dreaded the future before, nor that I’m eager for this year to be over.  I just never before saw any significance to the changing of a number at the tob of the calendar.  Regardless of the reasons theologically and scientifically for what the number is and when it changes, from a human perspective, it’s completely arbitrary.  Dec. 31 2008 is no diferent from Jan 1 2009.  If you lived in a cave in the middle of nowhere without a calendar, you wouldn’t notice anything changing between those two days.

But this year I’m looking forward to it.  Perhaps because of all I’m planning.  Even when I was in college, I had no plan beyond being in college.  Now I’m working towards a goal.  Even if that goal changes.  I may not take myself to England soon (on a permanent basis, anyway) for the sake of the new relationships I’m hoping to form here, but I still plan to get new computer training, advance my career, and form a deep relationship with a boy.  These are good plans, and I can only do so much to fulfill them on this side of the divide, and so I’m eager for the new year.

But that’s not why I started this entry.  It’s probably better than what follows, but…shrug.

Yesterday the cute tray taker was back.  I walked by his station several times (of course) and a few times I caught the sound of his voice.

It’s lovely.  I wrote before that it was unchanged, but I was struck yesterday more strongly by its sound for some reasons.  Every time I heard it my chest got tight, and I had the urge to close my eyes and just listen.  Very musical.  I think it all the time of other people, but he sould be a singer.  Not that he has much time left unless he’s like my two friends from back home who’s voices simply never changed during puberty.

Yesterday I was offered an extra shift.  As I was folding napkins, the scheduling manager came up to look at the schedule on the wall, seeking some people to take a last ninute shift.  She asked if I could, but I couldn’t.  Actually, I could have, I just didn’t want to.  But later that night I picked up a gig that would have conflicted anyway, so it’s a good thing I said no.  $250 for this concert.  (Tomorrow)

After I told her I couldn’t do it, she mentioned that she didn’t want to just post the shift for anybody to take, since the event was for a personal friend of the owner and she wanted to pick good people to work it.

So apparently, she trusts me.  Consideres me one o fthe better servers.  I’d been starting to suspect that anyway since she schedules me so often and is unhappy when I request off, and just generally the way the management acts toward me.  But it’s nice to have it a little more confirmed.

The thing is, I don’t like this job, as I have made clear.  Not only that, but I don’t feel particularly good at it.  I’m often among the last servers to get tables clear, I wander around before and after events, not really sure of what I’m supposed to be doing.  I’m glad they think I’m good at it (and maybe I am and my standards are just higher than theirs) since I hope to get a positive work refference from them when I quit in the very near future.

I’m done.

Seeing Sissy tonight before rehearsal.

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I had a few things I wanted to write about today.  Let’s see if I can remember them all.

I turned on the heat today.  I didn’t even need to, and that sucks.  I turned it on to keep the house above 60 degrees while I cleaned.  Then I didn’t clean.  Waste of fuel, waste of money.  I’m determined to keep my utility bills low this winter.  If that means keeping the house freezing while I huddle near the space heater, then so be it.  Winter will not rape my finances again this year.  No $300 gas bills.

One thing I’m apparently not determined to do is clean.  As I said, I turned the heat on to clean, but I never did.  I folded laundry, but that’s about it.  I really need to get it done tomorrow.  Sissy’s coming Friday and I have work and rehearsal on Thursday.  I have work tomorrow too, but it’s early.

Which leads me to two other things.  I could stay up and clean now, but I’m having trouble waking up in the mornings, so I should go to bed early.  But tomorrow I’m planning to go out in the evening with The Boys and their Lady.  That will make problems with the cleaning tomorrow thing.  Then again, if all else fails, I can stay up late tomorrow and Thursday since I con’t have work until 11 and 5 the morning/evening after.  I’m tired now and my actually be able to sleep.

The Restaurant served Mississippi Mud Pies today.  Oh chocolate!  Obviously they were for the guests, but most of us (all who wanted one) got a slice.  Mmm.

About a week after starting this blog I got my first few readers.  Three of them.  They arrived through such tags as “journal” and “stray.”  Ha!  I bet they did not get what they were expecting!  I’d really like to know how they reacted when they realized what they’d found.  But maybe I wouldn’t.  I can imagine it either way, and it’s not divied just along their reactions being positive or negative.

So this journal/blog are really sucking up time.  The reason I didn’t clean?  Yeah, general distaste for the activity, but I was doing this instead.  There are worse things I could have been doing.  Video games, for example.  But it was still procrastination.

I need to get on the ball.  Find a sub for next week at the Citadel, respond to Sue’s director.  I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting to do.  There always is.

I finally got my travel info to the bozo at that horrible choir I sang with a few months ago.  Other than them giving me my money, may I never hear from them again.  I still need my oil changed.

I just saw, the notebook I bought a little while ago…  It’s wood free.  That’s awesome!

I was doing some musical improv today.  I really wish I’d recorded it.  I need to do that the next time my mind goes there.  I had some great material for a mass.  A good one this time.  Oh well.  Made me feel like I could actually consider composing again.

Well, I think I got a lot of waht I wanted to down.  I’m sure I missed a lot, but I got some other stuff I’d never planned on.

Oh!  The reason I’m working on Thursday now, I picked up an extra shift.  Stupid!  Actually it’s probably good.  Earn some extra money before taking a week off.

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The silver lining

Tomorrow morning is my fifth shift at The Restaurant.  I’m alternating between being satisfied with this work, and wanting to quit and find something else.  It can be quite stressful, especially when I feel like I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing, but once things get in the swing, as much as I don’t like interacting w/ the customers, I really feel like it’s something I can handle.

Of course, the fact that Saturday night – late as it went and insane as it was – was a bat mitzvah with a pack of 8-13yo boys, and the night before had that cute 9 or 10 yo really helped to brighten my days.

Hopefully I’ll have another interview with The Secretary of State on Tuesday and start working at the Citadel sooner than later.  Better pay and reduced dependence on The Restaurant will make me happier.

Need to sleep.

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