I Hate(d) My Boss.

I got yelled at the other day at work. And not just a little, "Hey, Tara, you're not pre-bussing your tables, so Juan Pedro Luis Valdez-Bustamente had to stop holding up the server station, grabbing the hostess's ass, and texting on his pre-paid phone to go do some actual work!!"

No, it was a full on tirade and took about 5 minutes of my life of which I will never get back. He apparently heard from some back-stabbing piece of shit that I referred to him as "clueless" and said "he doesn't know how to run a restaurant." I did not deny it. (He doesn't. More on that later.) He stood there telling me that I'm hanging on by a thread and I should be lucky to have my job after the things I've said. "Oh please, please don't fire me from my WAITRESSING job!! I'll never find another one!"

I'm pretty sure that this is America and I am entitled to my opinion so I'm convinced the only thing I did wrong was to voice that opinion in a not-opinion-friendly atmosphere.

While he was yelling at me, the only thing I could think about was that GIANT shnoz. No joke, this fucking guy has a huge nose, which is normally a turn on for me. Not anymore, *shudders.* He was flailing his arms about and pointing and bobbing that head like a black girl in a movie theater. Oy.

Fast forward two months. I quit that shitass job for another one. This new job is at the local VFW where I get to wait on the most racist pieces of human waste I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on. I'm not even going to put any of it in print because it is just disgusting. If it were remotely funny, maybe, but it's just plain old offensive. Suffice it to say that most of the parties that are booked are for quinceaneras, enormous wedding receptions, you get where I'm going with this. Somehow this guy got it into his miniscule brain that I was anywhere near the same page as him, which I'm not. Let's put it this way: my daughter is dating a hispanic boy. He's great, I love the kid. We make jokes about him mowing my lawn but he laughs and if it bothered him, i would most certainly apologize and stop being an asshole. But I do not hate someone strictly for their race. I'm far too intelligent to make that kind of sterotypical, ignorant generalization about any group of individuals. In short: making jokes in private, okay; making disgustinly racist remarks in public, bad....very, very bad.

Oh, plus I made $9 on a Saturday night bartending shift. Figure that one out.

This, along with my daughter turning two and my husband's company closing up shop and moving, has made me rethink every move I will be making in my life. I am signing up for school again so that I may finishing getting my degree and get my butt into some type of writing, be it journalism, freelance short stories, what have you.

I'm looking forward to what the future will bring me and I may be writing a lot more on this blog as I will be dealing with what I consider to be the classiest folks in Joliet: the Junior College attendees.

Stay tuned! ~undies in a bunch

Cranky. Hrmpf.

Soooooooo.....

You know what i love? When people say they are coming to your party and then they don't.
I love planning to buy food for a certain amount of people and they don't show up. Then i get to have enough leftover crap to feed the very tiny country of Monaco. Ooh! Ooh! I LOVE that!!
I also love stressing out over not having enough seating for all of my friends only to realize that my friends really aren't my friends after all, apparently. I actually cried yesterday.

I love that the only ones of my 'friends' who bothered to show up (much less call) were my bff in from Nashville for a wedding, and my other bff who I know would rather be at home watching Family Guy. To you two, thank you so much for hanging out at my boring-ass lame fucking party. Granted, it was a party for my 8th grader's graduation so it really wasn't about me, and she had a killer time, so that's good.

But for those of you who gave me some asshole excuse about why you couldn't make it, go fuck your mother. Or a goat. Or yourself, or whatever. This isn't just for my 'friends,' either. There were some family members in there, too. I'm also going to throw in some of my daughter's friends who gave her excuses like "I'm not going because so and so's not going." Or the opposite, "I'm not going because so and so IS going." Huh??

When i was a kid, if i got invited to a party, or in this case, a grad party, i went, if only to get the hell out of my house. It was the last of social events until school started again because you know the kids with summer birthdays got the shaft, big time. They didn't get huge parties like the rest of us because there was no school in session for everyone to talk about it and build it up and there weren't all your peeps around you to help you decide who to invite and what music to play, etc. I've decided that most of the kids she goes to school with suck.

Anyways....I'm just annoyed today because i planned this for a few weeks, and the grad hat cupcakes took three people to put together because they were a bit tedious and i wanted people to actually SEE them.

I'm also annoyed at the people who say they are going to help you watch your toddler but don't because they are retarded. This one's for you mom, and grandma. (They aren't what you call computer savvy, so I'm not worried about them seeing this- ever.) My mother knows how to get under my skin with her glib comments like "you'll survive" and "you'll get through this" and "relax, breathe in, breathe out." Thanks Mrs. Miyagi. Just what i needed, useless advice.

Next time, throw me a fucking Percoset.