Waste of a Day

An update on the waitressing thing:
The actual waiting on the tables portion of the job is great, it's nice to have a job where one of the main objectives is to chat with the customer. The technical aspect, writing the check and dealing with the cooks, that part isn't so hot. Not that I would really know seeing as I was only scheduled to work ONE day this week! I'm so very angry about that. So, in an effort to bring home some extra money I agreed to show up to work tuesday morning at 4:30am to unload the truck for two and a half hours at time and a half. I woke up at 3:30am and left my house at 4am in order to get there on time, I arrived at 4:25am. No one was there. The manager showed up around 4:45am and said the shipment would not be arriving due to the poor road conditions and sent me home. Classes had been cancelled on monday so when I got home around 5:30am I stayed awake to await the anouncement at 6am as to whether classes would be cancelled again. No anouncement meant that classes were as scheduled and I had an 8am class for which I would have to leave at 7:30am to arrive on time. With only an hour and a half there was no point to go back to sleep and so when I arrived at class the professor, who is usually early, was not there, a few students signed an attendance sheet and left I stayed just in case. I chatted with a few friends from the class until around 9:30am when a secretary showed up and said the professor had just called and would not be making it to class. I then left school very annoyed and went straight to the gym to take out my frustration, first work then class, grr to them all. After the gym I returned home to shower and eat lunch then left around 12:30 to arrive to my 1:00pm class on time, only to find a note on the door that the class would be cancelled. I returned home to vacuum and wash dishes and then I passed out for a few hours. What a waste of a day.

Snow!

When I woke up this morning it was snowing! It was so beautiful and serene. Though an utter pain to drive in. I headed straight to the gym when I woke up and almost busted my ass on the not-yet-shoveled sidewalk on the way in, that was fun of course. Then braved the weather to head over to Delaware for a doc appointment..almost got into three accidents but somehow, luckily, escaped any actual damage. Then it was off to my first night of real work, I had one table, which seated three couples in three hours. It wasn't too bad I suppose. With tips it averaged out to be about $8/hr, I suppose that's not so bad. Hopefully it will pick-up some next week and I'll make some real money.
Yesterday was the first day of the spring semester and my classes were horribly boring and slow. I'm not sure I can get used to this community college thing, I'm sure that after this semester I'm going to have to transfer back simply because I can't stand being spoken to as if I were a five year old. In 2.5 hours I took less than a full page of notes which is ridiculous as compared to the four pages I took on the first day at my old school. I hope I learn something this semester, because so far I only know how to read a syllabus. Ugh! At least it'll bring up my GPA.
Sadly, nothing new to report on the romantic front. Vickie has returned to school, about two hours away, and so I shalln't be visiting her for a few weeks. Or at least until I get a decent amount of money so we can actually go somewhere or do something. I suppose, technically, I have an engagement in NY sometime in the coming months but for now that's just a 'maybe'. Perhaps I'll meet someone new at school. Speaking of school, I'm off to get some reading done.

Strep Throat

This week has been a rather busy one, with my having worked monday through friday and so finally a day off, well three actually, and with perfect timing too. I went to bed last night with a horrid sore throat, the same that I have been complaing of and wishing away for the past week. Having been working out a lot more lately and eating healthily I figured it would go away on it's own and that it was just a cold with a sore throat. This morning I finally dragged myself to the doctor where I am informed that it is strep throat and that it will only go away with antibiotics, and so hopefully it will be better by tuesday which is the next work day. Work is going well and sometime in the next week I shall be off on my own waiting my own table and making my own tips and I can't wait. I'll be sure to update on the tips.

Yesterday, I worked an odd few hours in the middle of the day and was supposed to hang out with paige before she leaves to return to school for the spring semester, when I call after work to tell her I'll be stopping at the gym before I pick her up she informs me she has been called into work and won't be done until around ten. So we decide that I will pick her up from work and that we will rent another movie. I showed up a little early and we chatted a bit and I met and chatted with some of her coworkers while I waited for her shift to end. We left around ten and stopped at the video store. When we got to my house we grabbed drinks, put in the movie (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, we had both heard our friends raving about it and so decided to see what the fuss was all about) and made ourselves comfortable on my bed, which is a little odd now that I only have a twin bed insted of a full but we've slept in a twin bed together many times whenever we visted eachother at college and so we knew just how to fit comfortably, about twenty minutes into the movie she lays across my lap and makes herself comfortable, she then begins running her fingertips up and down my arms and plays with my hands, at this point I realize she's expecting a repeat of last week. I somehow avoid her flirtations through the duration of the movie unsure of what I wanted to do, and while she was falling asleep and playing with my hands I was actually interested in and watching the movie. After the movie the tv got turned off. At this point it was late and so things are a little fuzzy, but somehow we ended up laying on my bed chatting and she began playing with my fingers again, at this point I was sure of what was to come and not sure that I wanted to stop it. I gave fair warning and told her I did not want to give her whatever it was that this sore throat was because it was really quite painful, but she kissed me anyway. We kissed for long while, getting quite aquainted with eachothers lips and tongues, she has quite an affinity for my tongue ring and I truly enjoy her ever-so-soft lips. I was in a playful mood and kept pulling away, making her work for my kisses. She kept telling me I was being mean but knew she was enjoying it.

I covered her eyes and told her to keep them that way and I kissed and nibbled her neck and worked my way down her shoulder and arm to her finger tips, I took her fingers into my mouth and played with them on my tongue. I paused a moment, watching her body tense in anticipation as to what I would do now that she couldn't see, I grabbed the lotion and she tensed even more when she heard it open, not knowing what it was, I squeezed it into my hands to warm it and began to massage her feet and suck on her toes. I had remembered that at some point we had talked about it and she said that she had never had her toes sucked on and as I remembered I quite enjoyed it when it had been done to me and when she had kept showing me how cute her toes were as a result of her pedicure that day I thought it was the perfect opportunity. As I massaged her feet and played with her toes on my tongue she squirmed a little and when I pulled away, I was leaving her wanting more. At this point she was laying on her left side and so I rolled her over onto her stomach, straddled her legs and lifted her shirt to unhook her bra. I filled my hands with lotion and warmed it as I rubbed my hands together, once it was sufficiently warmed I began to rub it onto her back from her waist up to her shoulders as she writhed beneath me. I massaged until all the lotion had been worked in, about half an hour, rehooked her bra and replaced her shirt as I kissed her neck. She laid across my lap happy and relaxed and fell asleep..I played with her hair until I fell asleep, only to awaken a few minutes later to take her home. We chatted on the short drive to her house, she commented that the pedicure, though enjoyable, had nothing on my foot massage. We arrived at her house as nothing more than friends and said our "see you laters". I could only focus on one thought as I drove home on the empty roads at 4am, "I hope she doesn't catch this strep throat."

Waitressing

So I have begun my new job as a waitress, though I have yet to actually wait on a customer, or "guest" as they call them. We had a seven hour orientation during which we filled out a zillion papers and read twice as many and listened to the coordinating manager tell stories about "moose" (not mousse mind you..but moose..the animals). The following day we learned the ticket menu, or rather abbreviations for checks, that took around seven hours as well. I have a new-found respect for all restaurant staff, there is an outrageous amount to learn..and that's just reading and writing the check, not including what we have yet to learn about setting up the plates and trays and memorizing the menus and learning what sides go with what entrees. Hopefully it will all just click when I get out on the floor and actually start serving. The other girls from my orientation class didn't seem to be grasping it all so well, but I guess we shall see how they do, I think I'll be just fine. Tomorrow begins my first of two days of shadowing, hopefully she will allow me help as well and not just watch, I learn better when it's hands on. Tomorrow will be the fourth day I've worked this week and I'm scheduled for friday as well..I suppose that means I have off saturday and sunday :) After friday I will be shadowed by a trainer at which time she will determine if I am ready to have my own table and if so..I'm off and serving by next week and will finally be getting some cash ;) cause we all know that's what it's all about. The way they are suddenly deciding to be strict about the dress code is very frustrating..we have to startch our clothes so they look freshly pressed and take out any visible piercings except one per earlobe..which means I have to take out the one in my cartilage which has never been without an earring and so hopefully it won't close, but the one I am really worried about is my tongue. They keep bitching about having to take out tongue rings, though no one has seen or heard mine yet and I haven't taken it out and don't intend to, I feel badly that I'm breaking a rule that they are trying so hard to enforce. I keep trying to get a retainer for it online but the site is being ridiculous and rejecting my credit card, so I suppose I'll have to wait until I get some cash and head over to a piercing place and pay the insane price they always want for their jewelry and buy one there next weekend. Ugh. Until then I suppose I'll just have to hope they don't see it, since it is now grounds for termination. Oh well..and with that, I'm off to the gym.

Party

Today I learned that, jackie, one of my best friends from school will be having a party for her 21st birthday, and that I am, of course, invited. The party will be at her father's restaurant, which is currently closed, and so any and all preparations for an all out bash are already underway. So far the guestlist tallies 40 names and she is continually seeking to add more. Immediately after learning of this gettogether she made it quite clear that it, being a 21st birthday party, will have the cups overflowing with any and all types of liquor. I had assumed as much, but it seemed to excite her to talk about, finally being legal and whatnot. We chatted for a while and I mentioned my new outlook on trying new things and inquired as to how she would feel if I were to drink a bit much and end up kissing, or whatever else, one of her friends. She laughed and said that it was, of course, up to them. This is good news. She then allowed that a good (aka: hott) friend of hers is seeking a date to her party and that she had suggested myself and asked to give him my number. I of course said, "Sure, why not." I suppose I shall be expecting a call from him in the near future. On another note, I am quite excited that I have secured a job and that I will have worked about a month by the time her party rolls around and that I will have the means to buy something special (aka: expensive) for her birthday, she is not necessarily materialistic but she always enjoys a nice gift, and I love making people happy. Hopefully this party will be as near perfect as she deserves and hopefully she will meet someone or find a spark with someone she already knows seeing as she has had bad luck with men as of late. Physically, she is utterly adorable and she has a personality to match as well. I personally believe all the men she has dated or has been interested in just didn't realize what they had and ruined what could have been a wonderful relationship. I, being her roommate at college, was and am privy to more than most and have seen her at her best and worst but still know that she would be a great catch. Why is it that men just never seem to realize and appreciate what they have, when they have it? If you have any thoughts..please comment. In short: I am greatly looking forward to this party..now to hit the gym ;)

Horoscope

I'm not one to put much faith in astrology but when my horoscope said this: "You're all about the New Year right now. It's a perfect time for throwing out emotional trash and making room for cool new ideas and experiences". I couldn't help but agree. This past week wasn't extremely exciting, but it was not without it's highlights. There isn't much to do right now with most people having already left to go back to school for the spring semester but I'm sure that my spring semester will hold lots of fun new things. I've continued my online conversations with the guy from the last post, and things have remained interesting..even if he does have schizophrenia, at least one of his personalities and I seem to have a lot in common and thus engaging conversations have ensued. I recently applied and was hired as a waitress at a restaurant in my town and shall be starting next week, more to come about that. I finally got to spend some time with paige,one of my best friends, for the first time in months yesterday. She and I had dinner with my family, then she and I rented a movie. Neither of us were in a mood for a comedy and so finally we agreed on a drama with an Angelina Jolie sex scene, hot. Both she and I are bi and at some point during the movie the topic came up as to why nothing had ever happened between us. We came to the conclusion that neither of us is typically the initiator, so after a discussion about whether it would affect our friendship or not, the final verdict that it would not and my personal thinking about new experiences in the new year, I finally made a move. I kissed her. She is a very playful kisser, moreso than anyone else I've kissed. While she may not be an initiator, once the go ahead is given she is an aggressor in her own right. We kissed and played and I wanted more, it was getting me hot, but alas she needed to go and so I took her home. Perhaps something else will happen there, I'll be sure to update.
I seem to be running out of friends that I haven't at least kissed. A long time friend,amy, keeps telling me how she finds me attractive and how she fantasizes about me, but I am not attracted to her in the least, nor am I interested in risking the slight friendship we do have, my friendships with the other two were on an altogether different level than this particular one. She is also currently having issues with her girlfriend and I do not want to be involved in any way, and of the two the latter poses an easy out, so I take it. I've been trying to lessen our time spent hanging out because the way she looks at me makes me uncomfortable, and perhaps I hope that seeing me less will cause less problems with her girlfriend and so if they are still together I am safe from worrying about how to break it to her gently.
In the past week I have gotten a job, had sex with one of my best friends, and made out with another. Perhaps it has been an exciting week afterall.

A New Year..A New Me

Here is a little backgroud information:
I tend to be a very shy, reserved, and selfconscious person. Every year I resolve to change these quirks in my personality and become the open, confident, spontaneous person I've always wanted to be. This year, I thought, "No more excuses. I will change!"

The New Year:
Normally on New Year's Eve I would have probably have been out with a group of 'boring' friends, boring in the sense that the only thing they do for fun is talk. But this year my parents were out of town and so I invited a good friend, laura, and her younger sister over to hang out and perhaps have a few drinks. Well, not only were mass quantities of alcohol consumed but at some point, shortly after midnight, a male friend had gotten himself invited over for a threesome (to clarify: with laura and I, but Not her younger sister). This is largely out of character for me, but this was the start of a new year and a new me, and so I fervently welcomed this new experience. Upon reflection, I am more than glad that I did. That was the most fun I'd had in a long time and I loved the spontaneity of it all. This, I thought, was the type of thing I wanted my new year to be abundant with. Since that night I have been more open and confident and even started to chat with random people online. Normally I don't see it as worthwhile or real but I figured 'what's the worst that could happen', I would meet someone crazy and have a few laughs. How ironic. I did just that. I attempt to be open to the possiblity that some people out there aren't crazy or a pedophile or the like..I randomly message someone..to make a long story short he changed his mind about who he was and lied his ass off..he seemed like a pretty cool kid, whichever one he was at the moment. So, if nothing else, at least it was interesting conversation.