It's The Doc!

7 Days this week. Jesus christ.

Granted my work days are not very long (8 hours being the max on a double shift), but I have not and will not get a single day off this week. This comes as both good and bad. It's good because I need money. Bad. I've already taken $2,000 from my savings and I'm still trying to keep up with the bills and food and rent and etc etc. It's starting to really worry me, and at this point the only thing I can do is consider taking another job up.

I really hope everyone here starts paying back faster. Actually - yes they have been for the most part. A few times Nimbus will go a week or so longer than I want but that's perfectly fine. Lando goes a very very long time without paying me back and that's a good reason why I'm hurting for money, he controls near $400 he has to pay back to me. I really want to start having a normal household, which means everyone pays rent on the rent day or people start getting kicked out, I'm tired of worrying about money I have that someone else is holding onto.

I'm glad to have a job as well. While I don't make as much money as I did over at Black Angus, it's a lot more fun here at Applebee's and right now I needed that. It's amazing to see how a real resturaunt should work. From updtaded computers to actually having everything we need in stock. But I digress. It's good to have a job because I have something to do. I just don't sit around the house all day every day like I was when I didn't have a job. It feels good, I don't feel worthless and like I'm mooching. I also hope Lando finds a job soon. I'm not sure if he's looking anymore, he's trying to survive off just doing art comissions and whatnot. If he can survive by doing that then it will be cool but as stated earlier by the amount and speed I'm being paid back I have reason to believe he isn't getting as much money as he would hope.

Cleaning around here is also getting annoying. I'm not here when I'm at work (surprise) so I don't see any cleaning that gets done then, but whenever I get home it seems to be just as if not more dirty. Bryan has been doing laundry which is all I would ask from him but the rest of the house seems to fall onto my shoulders when it gets messy. Maybe the others just don't mind the mess, I know Eevee says he feels weird cleaning up other people's messes and whatnot (even though he spends 220 a month just to live here like the rest of us @..@) and that's fine with me.

Maybe I just want to move to a smaller apartment. I'm not sure.

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I have to wear buttons.

That has to be the worst part of this job. Not only do I have to wear a chunk of plastic that lets everyone know what my name is (I don't like nametags), but I have to wear two different buttons, and I get more if I do a good job.

*cue cut-in of Office Space and "flaire"*

Other than this this job is many many times easier than my old server job. True the prices are cut in half over here but I'm not sure if that's a bad trade-off or not. The girl I'm training with is really funny so that's always good.

But other than that yeah, I need to get a smog test and send in registration before the 20th and I'm lazy. :(

Oil needs to be changed.

I have to piss like a racehorse and I'm hungry.

waah waah waaah

Good news though! Bryan gets home from a wedding he had to attend so I get to have someone around to talk to and bug again! :D

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Once again I'm feeling a bit off about not having a job. While it's cool not to have to worry about having a job for the past three nights I've had the same kind of dream.

It starts off on a Friday or Saturday. Usualy I am with Bryan just having a good time. As soon as he starts getting ready for work I realize I have work as well. I go look at my schedule and I realize I work at like 4, and it's almost 5 or 6pm. Quickly I panic and start to get dressed, worried about being yelled at or losing my job.

I hurry my way through everything and of course nothing is clean or ironed, so I look like shit. As soon as I decide I just have to call in sick fake I stop and realize I don't have a job, I was fired.

And that's what I feel, not a "oh" moment or anything nice, it's always this very sarcastic angry tone I have with myself like "Oh, you were TOO STUPID to keep a job!" I just beat myself up as I sleep. It sucks and I don't want to keep having these dreams. Every ten minutes now I'm checking my bank account, making sure I have enough money to keep living.

Originaly when my mom asked how long I wanted to stay down in CA I said I didn't mind. When she called to make sure about the dates I was doing Ragnaros for the first time. That meant whatever she said I responded with "uh-huh... yeah ok... sure that sounds good". And apaprently between "yeah" and "ok" I said, "I'd love to stay for 9 days!"

I love my family don't get me wrong but after day one I was bored. On day three I am now sick and so I don't even feel like having Cail come over or anything. And even if did come over other than play gamecube we'd be pretty bored.

So here I am on this laptop I've been PARKED in front of for the past 4 days, another 5 to go. I kind of want to go to furry coffe but I don't want to deal with driving or carpooling. I don't even really know many people that go there anymore.

Yeah.

I just want to go back home with Bryan and Alex and Eric <3.

Especially Bryan.

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I don't know what really to feel.

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Yesterday I went into work, my GM Marty was there, asked me how I was doing. After the normal him and haw of a minute he asked me to meet him upstairs after I clock in. Whenever your manager asks to speak to you in private it's usualy never good - and you know that.

So I clock in and try to wonder how bad of a review I must have gotten off of a table, or maybe I skipped out on sidework that I should have done, or missed a shift completely? I couldn't think of anything.

"Take a seat Gordon" - Yeah this was going to be good.

He brings out 3 photocopies of closed checks with my name on it. The first one had a free appatizer on it, which no visible explination on WHY I would give a free appatizer. I'm not exactly sure why I would give out free potato skins, but I know for a fact I do have a reason. You can't accidentally put those in, so either the manager said to give them for free or something was wrong with their meal, etc etc. He didn't mind and passed that along.

Then came the horrible news.

He pulled out the other two pages, each had a credit card charge slip and the check it should have gone to. He asked me to explain. From the looks of it the charge slip and the check were off by about 5-6 bucks on each one. This means I over charged them and pocketed the difference.

(Let me explain how this would have occoured: Step 1: I drop the bill. Step 2: They pay for the bill and leave. Step 3: I then would have to discount it. Step 4: During my checkout the extra money falls to me)

I just stare at these two checks and wonder why the hell or HOW the hell I managed to do that. I look back up at Marty and he just stares at me. I know he likes me as a person and a worker but right now I can tell he thinks I stole the money, and he needs and explination. I try to work out why I would do that with Marty but I can't think of any reason at all. During this all is the pre-shift meeting three days ago, talking about someone who got fired at the Crossroads store for the same exact thing that is now on my record.

"I want to keep you here Gordon, but 2 different times on 2 different shifts. This is something we fire for."

"This job is all I have up here." Was the only thing I managed to say in my defence. I don't know what happened, I don't know what will happen.

Marty sent me home for the rest of the day and said he'll talk to our DM. So I go to work in about an hour from now. There I find out if I still have a job or not.

Needless to say I'm a bit worried.

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Carrie
Chris B.
Chris E.
Laura
Patrick
Nick
Ron
Travis
Shawnna

In the past 2 months, these co-workers and friends have either been fired or quit in disgust at how shitty the place I work at has become.

Today I was called in when I wasn't supposed to work. I had to take a banquet. 2 people quit because it was so fucking busy. Just up and left in the middle of the shift, making it even harder for everyone else.

Then I make $55 of $850 in sales. The 15% minimum for $850 in sales is $127 in tips.

I made $55.

And there are some of you out there that will say "Well tips are something EXTRA, not to be depended on as a source of income."

That's great of you to think that, you've never had a waiting job. Apparently you think being a waiter isn't stressful and watching your co-workers just leave you fucked with more tables is a breeze. Well tonight was fucking hard, and I just want to cry.

This is bullshit.

Posted by Doc at 11:26 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

So right after calling for hours and getting no response from work I leave a message saying I wont be coming into work today because of a family emergency.

I get a call about 3 minutes later from the manager letting me know I'm late to OPEN and I'm training someone on top of that.

Yeah.

So I go into work and get written up for being late, then the bitch decides to listen to the voice message and feel bad. She said I could go home early but it was too late, she ruined the chance I had to see my brother.

Because she didn't check the voice-mail she is supposed to.

Later she let me know that we had a NEW telephone line I'm supposed to call. I asked everyone working and it was new news to them.

So yeah. I get disciplined for not coming in on time.

So I made $31.

Instead of seeing my brother who I have seen in months... I made $31.

I really want to put in my two weeks notice just because of this incident.

I want to cry but I'm feeling too sick to tear up. I miss him. I really just miss him.

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So yeah, I had to work yesterday (Father's Day). Last year (and usualy) it isn't all that bad, maybe like a hard weekend at best. I had to start at 1pm, but they gave me a call around 12 asking if I could come in as quick as possible.

Alright. That's odd.

So I get there around 12:30 and find..... nothing much. It was slow. So everyone started to file in and soon we had a crapload of servers donig a crapload of nothing. I got a few tables here and there.

Then 5'oclock hit.

My section gets slammed, nothing too bad, 4 tables. But then they start seating me outside of my section and asking me to pick it up because we are getting so busy. So I am running 5 to 6 tables the entire night. Not small tables either, 4, 5, 6 people at a booth.

(For every person you add to a table the difficulty for the table basicly doubles)

This goes on for a long, long time. 5 Hours. 6 Hours. 7 Hours. I begin to make small mistakes and get behind on a table.

I can't get behind now, I got deserts to get out for this table and a refire for that table. Shit they've been looking at me for a while now.

I pick up the ticket to my 17th table, and suddenly I seem not to feel as busy. I'm not sure why. I know I have to get drinks, refills, another desert, and check to 4 seperate tables, but I look over at the lobby and it is empty. Finally. My body begins to slow and I start to feel the damage I had done pushing it so much.

I even feel the damage this morning. My feet are sore, and it feels like my left calf muscle was hit repeatidly with a bat or something.

I finally, finally, pick up the finished check from my last table. I am done. I limp myself over to the bar and take a seat next to Steve (that gay scottish guy) and Laura (ex-assitant manager who just comes in with Steve to get shitfaced). All the servers begin to come down and soon we are all talking, doing our checkouts as slow as possible.

I'm getting paid overtime to sit at a bar underage and flirt with a cute Scottish guy.

After all my paperwork is done and over, I checkout and hand them my cash. I didn't even realize during the day I was pulling about $780 with me.

So before tipping everyone out I made: $242. I gave $40 to the runners (more than I should have given, they kicked so much ass it was impossible not to throw them some more). $35 went to my busser (Just a little more than I should). Then $12 went to the bartenders (I didn't have very good drink average so they didn't have to do a whole lot for me).

Yeah. So I get a good 9:47 hours of work in, plus having to be there for a 30 minute break during the slowest part of my night.

I just want snugs x..o

Boyfriend
Also: Bryan will be coming down on the 24th and staying through the 30th. So that means we will be busy most of the weekend with the SF Gay Pride parade and weekend and stuff, but also I might get to drag him to furmeets and whatnot :O

He can meet Mmmmmmango.

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So yeah. I made 10 cents today for tips at work.

I'm not lying. I also gave away my free meal (for training) because I thought I'd make enough to buy some food.

Yeah.

I want to cry? (meant to put the ? there)

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So yeah. I have become a college dropout. I was only taking two classes this semester, for the sole purpose of decieving my parents to believe that I was in school full time. I was dropped out of my one early art class, because I couldn't get their in time, too many lates count as an absence. Then I just didn't show up one day - slept in, and I was dropped.

Then I just had my one graphic design class, which was depressingly easy as it was. So easy I just didn't want to deal with it. So I dropped it, leaving me with no classes. Needless to say my parents are... upset.

I don't want to drop out though, I just want to move and put all this college bs behind me, I want to start over again, I don't care if I lose all those units - they aren't going to transfer worth shit anyways. So here I am stuck with two sets of advice and consolation. One side says I have just wasted my life, it's impossible to go back once you leave. The other side says it's good that I just move and find myself, getting back into school is easy if you really want to do it.

I don't really care, I don't have any bad feelings for dropping out, taking a semester off, whatever you call it.

I mgiht call up my old manager, Scott - who now works in corporate. There is an opening form 12-4pm, M-F, $10/hr over at corporate, which would be a nice $400 every two weeks to help me save up. Either that or I will just get another day job, I don't want to just be sitting around all day :/.

Well I do, but I won't - cause I will feel really bad about my life and everything.

In the whole "parents getting upset thing" they also said I couldn't go to see Bryan this spring break, even though I bought the ticket. I know they overreacted and I'm still talking with them, but I still don't have a definate answer if I will be going or not. Talking more with my dad leads me to beleive it will be a yes if I just calmy state things that I need to say and get that part over with.

Posted by Doc at 9:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (2)

http://www.stainedapron.com

Very poorly made website, but has a lot of good stories/pet peeves/information on the waitering job. We are usualy bitter because we have to be to survive.

...when I ask if anyone would like something to drink and the guests recoil in horror, offended, assuming I could only have meant a dreaded, evil, filthy ALCOHOLIC concoction:

"NO we DON'T DRINK!!! I'll-have-an-iced-tea."

Is iced tea not a drinkable substance?

Posted by Doc at 10:21 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

So yeah. I went in and picked up my check today, we had corporate all around and one of them stopped me and let me know I couldn't be MOD/Manager until I was 21.

I'm only 18. I have 2+ years stuck as a waiter until I'm allowed to move up. Needless to say I am not feeling my best.

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Har har har.

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Yes. Was very busy. I don't have much stories about this year however, because I was in the kitchen. It was just like 5/6 hours of pure platemaking and running work. My back still hurts when you mention baked potatoes~

But with my tips this weekend and my paycheck I made $440 in 3 days. Go me.

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I now am the official department head for the waiters of Black Angus, Fremont. I'm the trainer for all new hires and will be trained for a management position soon. I will be the youngest manager in the history of Black Angus, cause I fucking rock.

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So yeah, I've been back to work for about 3 days now, and it feels good to be making money again. I forget how easy my job is in comparison to how much money I make. I work about 5 hours, walk around and talk to people, then walk home with $45-$80 a night, on top of my $7.25/hr. wages. So it's all good, I'm not broke anymore.

Posted by Doc at 3:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Hey you all.

My parents were nice today. They wanted to have turkey with me, so they woke me up around noon, and we had a thanksgiving dinner at about 1:30, right before I had to go into work. n..n; It was sweet of them.

Then I got to work around 2pm. It started off slow, then I was fucked.

By the 10th table I had broken down. I went outside for a bit, cried and punched a wall to get out some anger. The table hated me and I hated them. Manager had to step in. After that it all seemed a bit easier. I made pretty good tips and took 18 tables. So after tipping out I made $136 tonight.

Go me.

Then I fucked the hell out of my fleshlight, which made me feel good.

And tingly.

And hungry.

Oh, and if any artists are reading this - I need a comission done of me and my raccoonish boyfriend. Talk to me if you want to make some money ^..^;

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Yeah, so I'm not going to school today. All that is going to happen is my PolySci teacher will let us out early again, and my english teacher will be teaching more of the bible. Nothing is due, no homework for those classes. Just make sure that I get my next paper done; the due date is next Wednesday. Tomorrow I'm also meeting my group to plan the rest of a group project. And then Friday I'm going back to school to help make lunches and then deliever them to the homeless of SanJose.

Then I work on Saturday.

Oh, speaking of work. Last night I made $5. Yes. 2 hours of work... $5 in tips. This is what blows about slow days. They asked if I wanted to stay on longer, but at that rate, I would make $20 instead of $5 - and that's still a shitty night. So I just headed home and stuffed. Talked to Bryan as I drove back. Apparently vaginas make him squeamish; which is cute - but oh so gay ^..^; Silly boy.

Not a whole lot otherwise has been going on. I cannot drop my Design class, which I'm doing really bad in, so instead I have to actually bust my ass to stay awake and attentive in that class; fighting to understand all these weird French names and stuff.

Aaand Raccoon fit the kit fox. Which makes me wanna go play with mine~
*STUFF*

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So today was the last day for Scott, the ex-general manager of the Black Angus I work for. He was getting promoted to a higher corporate office, and today was his final, yet tearful, huzzah. I said what I wanted to say to him, while crying and stuff. First manager, just felt... sad he had to leave - despite how bad I have said he has been.

He told me something though, he said that from the time he has seen me work (which is about at year), he garunteed me that I will always be a human being first, and a worker after. Wherever I go, I will be better than every single person around me; it is just the way my aura works.

That just made me cry more. But I'm going to miss him as my GM. He gave my working life a spirit - and I can't thank him enough for that.

Life, Denny's, and Icing
After Scott took his leave, people around the resturaunt began to shuffle out and whatnot. It finally came down to Mike, Mel, Ryan, and I. These are some of the coolest people at the resturaunt - seriously. We have Mel's personality of being able to get along with anyone. Mike brings the fun deviancy to the table. Ryan brings his ever so Ryan-ish views on life; and I of course bring myself.

All of us were talking when I found this miniture tube of gel icing or something used for the mini-cake we made for Scott. So like the sugar fiend I was, I began to eat it, just a dab here and there. I guess Mel had a bit too much to drink, or just enough #^..^# because she thought it would be funny to draw a heart on my cheek with it, and have Mike lick it off.

Well it was a good idea, it was fun. She did it back to Mike and I got to return the favor. According to him - I have a soft tongue. ;D

Trying to find something to do we decided on Denny's where we talked about everything from Family Guy, to Scientology, to a plate of french fries. I really can't remember all of what we talked about - there was just so much we did. Kind of makes me want to go back to work, just to hang out with the people there.

Lord of the Cards
So Nick, another co-worker, gave me a Lord of the Rings TCG starter pack, because he had like 5 of them to give out. So he is going to try to teach me and some other fellows how to play the game, maybe get a weekly match set up or something. It will be fun, it has been so long sinse I have played a TCG, and this one has a nice premise to it.

Adios Amber
Well today was the last day my cousin was in the US. She flies back out to Iraq for a couple of months, to finish her tour of dudty over there. Pretty amazing girl when you talk to her - the army has just changed her in so many ways. Or maybe it has just enhanced who she really was.

Hard to tell with those things.

Garden State
Simply put, this movie had the power to change my outlook on life for the better. If you have a chance to go see it - please do; as a favor to yourself.

Things to buy
Something to lick off of Bryan.

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Ok, this is for Ryan and whoever else wonder's where I was on Wednesday.

Let me start by flashing back to Tuesday.

I called in work and asked when I work next, Scott told me I worked on Friday at 5:45. "Cool, no problem." Then he asks if I want to have my name put up in case any shifts need to be covered. I said "Sure" and told him I can work Wed, or Thursday.

Now here comes the catcher

Scott told me he would have them call me or he would call if he needed me to pick up any shifts.

Wednesday came along and I was at home till around 11ish, before I headed off to school. At school I got a call from my friend, asking if I wanted to go over to his house.

I thought, "Ok, so Scott said he would call me if he needs a shift covered, but I never said I will 100% be there, I was a "just in case" backup kind of guy"

I get back home and find out Scott told Salina I was closing for Mel? Like 5 messages on the machine?

And I look like the bad one?

Good job manager type Scott guy. Next time don't assume. Cause when you assume you make an ass out of u and me.

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On the steakhouse.

Yeah. I've been trying to pick up any shift for any day I can. Except for Sunday's of course, cause thats when Cail, Carlos, and I go bowling. I don't think we will be making it out this time, Cail might have to work.

Aaaand transition!

Cail got a (real)job!
So I managed to beg my manager and pull some strings into letting Cail work at Black Angus as a busser. He works tomorrow and Sunday, which sucks cause he's going to be one busy ass busser for not making any tips :/

Hopefully Chris E. (the guy who will train him tomorrow) will kick him down SOME cash, just because it is going to be an insane fucking weekend. It's the Arts & Wine festival down here.

Stuff
I uploaded about 50 new images into my stuff folder.

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So about 2 hours ago I get a call that went something like this.

Manager: "Gordon?"
Doc: "Yeah."
Manage: "How fast can you get down here?"
Doc: "Uhh... about 10 minutes."
Manage: "Good, come now, please."

So I quickly got dressed and rushed out. They slammed me 4 tables at once, but I managed not to forget anything and for not seeling jack shit, I made $20 in tips for two hours of work.

With my wages I made $33.50 tonight, huzzah.

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Like the AC post, the deviantness will be held off the main page for as not to scare any people away from reading.

Well last night I talked to dbzeag from genmay, very cool guy; and he also has a boyfriend that is long distnace, so he knows what boat I'm in. Woot.

Last night I had a dream, I can't remember anything about it now, except for one part I was on a one lane one way bridge thing, and I felt the need to accelerate to near 100, only to see the cars in front of me stop like 20 feet away. Depsite going that fast the collision was extremley minimal. I can't remember what happened before or after that, but it seems I just suck at driving in and out of sleepies.

Work
Latley it seems I am only getting 2 or 3 days a week for work :/ This was all good and fine during school, but right now I want a lot of money - because I gotta save up. I have been making nice tips though, and doing other people's sidework for $5 each, which any little bit helps.

Yesterday, my overheard one of the hostesses saying the manager was looking for a busser, and needed one quickly. I pounced on the oppourtunity and went to talk to my manager, reminding her my friend would kill to get a job here. She said yes on the stop and basically hired him without any interview or anything. He should be heading down in 2 hours to get orientated with the Stewart Anderson ways.

Welcome to hell, it smells like steak here.

Moving Update
Well we are coming down to the final 30 days until we have to move out of this house. Parents have been looking everywhere to find another one, and hopefully the house we end up in isn't more ghetto than this one, because this one rates pretty high up there.

I'm gunna miss this place though, because recently the skunks have been coming around more, with their babies. While it blows that they are here cause they spray and shit, the babies are the cutest things I have seen in a long while.

Adult Warning: By clicking to read the rest of the article, you will be reading detailed descriptions of sexual acts, involving me. This is your only warning.

Continue reading "Mmmm A1" »

Posted by Doc at 1:22 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

Ok, I'm going to break down how to tip at a resturaunt, or - where the money goes (because it DOESN'T go right to their pocket.)

One thing to remember, by law 99% of waiters make minimum wage. So if you don't tip, they literally have just lost money, the amount of gas it took to drive here cost more than it would to serve your broke ass.

Let's break down the price of $100 bill, to make things simple.

$100 bill, to properly tip (15%), that would be easy: $15

The waiter at the end of the night must tip out his busser, usualy about 2% of his total sales.

He also has to tip out the bartender, usualy 1% of total sales.

And finally they have to tip out the people who work in the kitchen, run the food out, and finish preparing it (usualy on busy nights). This varies but for simplicity sake, 1% for everyone in the kitchen. I know at my resturaunt, there is usualy 2 people, meaning 2%

Total Sales = $100

Busser = $2
Bartender = $1
Kitchen = $2

Total tipout = $5

Total tips made that night = $15 - 5 = $10

So what's this mean? This means even if you tip 15% like a good patron, the waiter only will be getting 66% of that tip.

66% is still good, why bitch about it?

Well 9/10 times, people do not tip 15%.

Let's say you tip only 10%.

Total Sales = $100

Busser = $2
Bar = $1
Kitchen = $2

Tipout = $5

Tips made = $10 - $5 = $5

After waiting on you for $100 of food, $5 is pretty depressing.

"But I got shitty service!"
-Ok, valid point, but let me list things the waiter has NO CONTROL over.

1. Meat not cooked right.
Does your waiter look like the chefs? No. So don't fuck up his tip for something that was out of hands.
2. "These kids next to us were making such a racket.
Ask to be moved. While you may not have the same waiter, we only care about making you happy.
3. The drinks took too long to get.
If your waiter is around your table when you have drinks that are supposed to be delivered, he is telling you that the bartender is busy, and your drinks are being made.
4. I wanted "certain item" and they were out.
Once again, we are doing the best we can, we do make mistakes.
5. Once I told the waiter we wanted seperate checks, he took forever to get back to us.
Some computer systems make splitting checks a very tedious and confusing thing to do. You're the dumbass who just wont do the math yourself.
6. I have a coupon and (insert ANYTHING)
Shut the fuck up. You probably came in with a coupon, didn't order anything extra, and got water. Thanks for fucking up my average and making me look like a crappy waiter, I'll be sure to get right back to you.

"So you're telling me I have to tip 15% no matter what? Even if I do have valid reasons?"

God no, not at all. But too many people think 15% is a favor, when really is to suppliment our MINIMUM WAGE JOBS. If the waiter gave you no reason to tip bad, give 15%.

And for fucks sake, remember. The resturaunt may seem like finely polished machine, but the people running it are humans. I have seen tables blow up at waitresses and waiters alike, they smile, nod and walk away only to break down in tears.

We have feelings, and we like money.

Posted by Doc at 12:52 AM | Permalink | Comments (6)

I realized when driving home (doing like 5mph cause I was lazy) that I'm in one of my odd moods again. I get into this mood when my day is "over". Not on normal days of work, but when I get home after a long day of work and everything for the moment is perfect. Doing my massive 5mph, I was just admiring all that humans have created. Yeah, like I said - odd mood.

I just stared for what seemed like hours at the black buildings. Sunlight is one of the most beautiful things in my world, but the night makes everything seem so much more simple. There isn't any shadows, there isn't any life, the structure and whatever else stands is just being itself.

Unlike most times when I fall into this mood, I don't really have a huge realization of the world, hehe.

Kill Bill Allen
So I work in a resturaunt, as you all should know by now. I'm a server (waiter) and every order in every resturaunt goes through a computer system, if not it would take hours to get an entire place full then empty. The cooks speak very little english, so they understand what to read when it prints up on their side, and that's about it.

Well today Allen (some VERY weird mormon kid) was told to go back and turn on the external lights. Somehow, being the honor student he is, he managed to turn off POS (point of sale). This means all the data for the past hour was instantly lost. Entire tables weren't accounted for, and that also meant putting orders by hand.

Oh it was great fun indeed :|

Then once I was finished for the night I had to go check out with manager, so that took another 30 minutes to go through the audit list, checkout logs, my closed checks, and the likes. Matching numbers and etc. Normally checkout takes about 5 minutes at MAX. I wouldn't be suprised if people are still there waiting to get tipped out.

I tipped out very well tonite, so I only came home with $45, but I made $75, so that's pretty decent for me.

Funnah
So a bunch of the servers were sitting at a booth, just glad the day was over, a small food fight broke out between two of them. Long story short, Marion was under the table as I was smiling/laughing. An elderly couple walked by and all your could see was someone under the table, me smiling, and Marion saying "Ow my eye"

@..@;

Posted by Doc at 12:42 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

In the past two nights I have made $281 in cash tips, and I get my paycheck tomorrow.

Posted by Doc at 12:34 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

I made $14 an hour tonite, when I added in my tips. This is pretty good figuring I am only 17 years old.

...

I probably should update this for real but I can't think of what really to say.

Other than Pepsi is really, really, really nice. (Not the drink btw)

:D

Posted by Doc at 12:29 AM | Permalink | Comments (1)

HOLY FUCK

That being said let me tell you why suck an explicative comment is needed.

V-Day is the busiest day of the year for the resturant I work at, Black Angus. You have to understand excatly /how/ busy. Last year we had a major sewage problem and since the bar is so low, sewage seeped through the bottom. The bartenders were walking in 4-6 inches of raw sewage. The kicker? IT WAS STILL THE BUSIEST DAY. People didn't care about the smell, they just wanted their drinks and would get used to it or something. It did drive away some customers however.

This year wasn't so fortunate :/

I got to work around 3:30pm and about 4pm is when my first server got on. I started work, not to rushed at all, one table. Two tables. Two tables and a party table. Then my second and third came on. I worked a bit more and like the night before everything was good. Most times I have enough time to sit down between cleaning off plates but how the people were sat, and how many - I was running very short on the time.

I didn't a chance to myself until around 6pm, where I killed three loaves of bread within 5 minutes, getting DESPERATLEY behind in my tables. I wasn't clearing off plates fast enough or anything for my servers. I stopped doing most busser jobs for my servers and concentrated on only cleaning the tables off after they were done, and sorting/rolling up more silverware for the rest of the bussers (this is a time killing task but they need to do it bad).

Around 8pm people started to crack, fast. Jason and I wern't even talking at one point because we both were just pissed at how much we were working. The kitchen was PURE madness. No matter who was in there, it was yelling left and right. I tried to keep my sanity by singing my way through the kitchen, which just made more people mad and whatnot. Eight o'clock is also when my will to work was broken. I was talking one of my servers, Marion and said, "You know what? You rock." I have been saying this throughout the night as general 'pick me up' line. THe only thing that backfired was she responded with, "Well I have to be, beacuse you're not doing anything."

You have to understand, for a busser to hear that from their server hurts, bad. I didn't talk to her the rest of the night and worked like a madman to get her shit cleaned faster. I was pissed at her but damnit, I needed the money. By doing that I started to ignore Mel, a server that I really wish I could help. I always seemed to come a second to late, making her take all the plates away and me feeling like crap. She also bussed some of her own tables (another busser ego killer).

This madness continued NON-STOP. We were at a 3 hour wait at one point, pure mayhem left and right. 11pm we closed the door, the resturant was still packed. I'm not sure when, but I heard one of the servers just up and lost it. She walked up to the manager, threw her open checks in his face and walked out. Needless to say she doesn't work here anymore.

Then my fall. Hooboy. You've all seen those little trays bussers carry around? Well if you throw them down, you can slide on the carpet VERY easily. I usualy slide around like an idiot and have fun. Jason and I were exaughsted, only one table to clean each and we sat down. I threw the tray down and said, "Hey, you can slide on these ya know?"

I got up and ran, jumping on it. The thing I didn't count on was how weak my body was from the night, I slid about a foot, then lost my balance. With a twist to my left I fell hard on my hip and head. I'm not sure how long I was out, maybe only a minute, but the next thing I remember was someone petting my head and the sound of Jason laughing his ass off. I groaned and rolled over, then started laughing myself. I was in a great deal of pain but I didn't care, the night was over. It still hurts to walk up stairs and lay on my left side but oh well - at least the bump on my head is gone.

I made much better tips then the last holiday I bussed (Thanksgiving $16) and managed to get away with almost $60. The night before was also very lucritive so I walked away with $107 in cash over the course of two days.

... shit class, I will finish this post later.

Ok, back, its now 11:45am

Can you hear me now? Fuuuck.
Well, I have Half-Life, as you all know. I play just about every mod from CS to DoD to TFC and everything inbetween. One thing I enjoy is the voice communication they put in a while back. I can now curse and annoy the entire server just by talking.

But there is a problem, because I have a Sound Blaster card, my mic doesn't work, or something. So I thought it was my mic. I went out and bought a new one, no luck. Ok.. maybe its my soundcard, I'm due for a new one anyways. So I go out and buy a Sound Blaster Audigy 2, nice card and all - still no luck. So now I'm out near $100 just so I can talk on an online game.

I hate to bash Valve, but I wish someone would just say what the problem is, or say they will look into it, even if its a lie. With Steam being released (more like escaped) they probably are being ass slammed with stuff left and right. Oh well.

I love Navleen

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This is me at work. It was so boring yesterday I made a nametag to put up on the podium, cause... I had a lot of free time.

I was sitting there and I took a picture of my feet, and I realized if my penis had a camera it would probably see this (if it could shoot through my pants.)

I'm such a badass. XD

I went over to American High see Navleen today, ran into Ashley.

She looks high or drunk.

See! I have a girlfriend! And shes fucking amazing!

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16.
I got 16 dollars tonite.
2 servers.
I missed Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
To work 5 horus.
And walk away
With 16 dollars.

This isn't fair.

Posted by Doc at 10:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Yeup, I just woke up because I needed to get some stuff off my chest. I'm not kidding, I had a cat sleeping on my chest that needed to get off, :P. That bring me to another point though. I have been wondering lately, how many people actually take me seriously. I know some of my friends such as Nimbus and Jason know I can be serious from time to time, and when I am serious, I do have good things to say that... even baffle me in to where they came from. I am just worried about all those others who don't talk to me as much and just see my randomness side, the side thats always ready to go streaking, or dancing, or something stuipd. If they read this blog, then they would know I'm not like that 24/7 and I can be talked to about serious issues.

Halloween
Well, Friday I went to work around 3ish, I opened the resturaunt, and worked until 7:50ish, a bit longer than I planned to. I got home around 8:30 and told my parents I was going to a party at 9, so I hung out there for a bit then changed. I still think I should have went as a Black Angus employee :P. The party was put together by Rin, who is always doing some sort of party or get together, this being the first of her occasions I have made myself go to. I got there and we watched some movies, played some cards, ate... a lot. Around 1ish in the morning it was kind of fun, because everything was funny. EVERYTHING. I offered to drive Amy home, because she lived in the housing tract near mine. She said "goodbye charmander." That may seem like nothing to you all, but back in band class she used to call me that. It's... kind of ironic how now that I am a furry I role play as a charmeleon, but... it was cool that she still remembered, because inside of me is that little cute dragon who likes to burn things :P

Happy Nimbus

I just needed to take a screenshot of this and blog it, because... seeing that made me smile - he just now realizes he is loved, hehe.

Pictars
If anyone has any ideas they want me to take pictures of, just comment or shout or something... Cause I want to take pictures.

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I just saw a commercial with this guy, and he is in a small group of people, as well with the host on Hardball and Bill O'Rilley that... really annoy me. I guess if I was into politics that would make me, against them? Not sure. All I know is I think they are freaking idiots. Not those normal kind of idiots who don't know where the bathrooms are, twice in a row, but that special kind of idiot that really makes you tingle deep down below.

Amber
I ask that all of you give your hopes, prayers, wishes, voodoo luck charms, or whatever you do for blessings to my cousin Amber. She gets shipped off into Iraq soon, and will be running the convoy lines for the Striker brigade. Yeeesh. My cousin... in the fuggin Army. Thats crazy. Good and bad crazy.

Busser
Well I trained to be a busser about two days ago. So now I can make tips. I have gone from sitting people, to cleaning up thier mess, boy am I moving up the ladder :P. My left arm is killing me, and I can see my CTS is going to be a little bitch about this new job. Opening is about an HOUR of vacuming, litterally, an hour. Closing is even worse though. You have have mop and sweep EVERYTHING, and you can't imagine the kitchen area... Ugh. Now thats some disgusting crap on the floor after a long night.
Speaking of a long night, tonite I worked as a Host and for some odd, ODD, reason it was busier than I have seen it in a long time. When we opned the door at 3, we had a banquet party of 30, then a party of 8, twenty minutes later we had a party of 8 and 10, and then a party of 15 later on, then 2 tops like mad, and servers weren't coming on, and then, and then, @..o
I'm just glad to be home, typing away and hoping my left arm pain would shut up. :P

School
Man, school is really cramping my 'sit around on my ass' time.

Fun for you!
Want to have some fun with me? Well, if you happen to find out when I work as a host (I will be on Friday, or Halloween if you must) then call in and make a reservation for 2 under some online name I know you as. If I am taking the reservation I will laugh, and if someone else is, I will be laughing about it when I read the entry, and probably blog about it when I get home.
510.794.8222

2 Days
I haven't been online in like, 2 days. This may seem trivial, but for me thats pretty extreme, I had email to check, my forums were behind the time, and I had to update you all on my life, because I know you all love my life. Its so interesting! I mean, from the computers to... the furriness... to the... songs... and... more furriness...
Yeah...
So...
...
How 'bout them Marlins?

Random Shoutout
I will be taking every other name I see online, and giving a shoutout. First starting in my channel. Annnndd... go!

Dmitri - A better guy than I thought he was, keep rockin'.

Eevee - I thought you left... @..o

CrisDragon - Who are you, and how did you find my site?

krado - See above

LunarDragon - You have a very sophisticated vernacular, yet you lack the mental intuition to back most of these statements up.

Nikashi - I think I should know you, right?

Spheric - Well, for someone written into one of my stories you sure still don't talk a whole lot...

Zerkonia - Fangst

Coyoteisking - How did such a cult legend just fade away so quick... is this going to happen to me? ;..;

pokepheonix88 - You're weird and have ugly fonts.

TheSlickestTheif - I don't really understand why you ever started to talk to me, we never talked in school, but oh well, we do.

DefectChild - So.. how's my fellow 13k?

Photoduck - Temp blog. Very... catchy name?

SeanPatch - Umm... you have a nice car. Probably would be nicer if I cared / knew anything about cars.

VanFanel - You take like 4 hours showers 2am in the morning. Thats weird

Posted by Doc at 12:08 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

I got paid! My first job ever, my first paycheck ever, and I get 285 bux, after taxes. I will scan it in tomorrow, but apparently I get paid 8 bux an hour.

n..n

EEEEeeee impulse buys goo!

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First thing, this school is a communist.
Second thing, I am running out on energy slowly and steadily.
Ok, that should outline the jist of what is about to start.
Oh yeah, Thirdly, if you want a post about my life, you will have to wait a moment longer, even though now I have a lot of stuff to do.

Well today my GS class is meeting in the computer lab, so I started to head down there around 9:30ish, so I could get 30 minutes of free computer time before I have to do some rudamentary work. Yesterday I came down here and I needed my ID. Not having one at the time I went up two floors, stood around for about 20 minutes, and got a temporary ID. Also yesterday I managed to get a real ID, afterwords, and put it in my wallet.

I found earlier this morning, in my half insomnatic haze that, I forgot my wallet. Shit. Oh well, I can just go get another temp ID, nothing big. Well after standing around for a while again I see the temp ID and then they say "can I see some picture ID?" I told them I don't have any on me... but I was the guy who came in yesterday for a temp ID.

...she didn't give it to me. I just wasted 30 minutes of my life.

In the end though it didn't matter, because it was my GS class I was to be supervised (which I use that term loosley) and didn't need one. So here I am.

Slowly Drained, but rich
I really don't think I will be able to work 6 days a week and keep up school. I'm just too nice. My fifth or sixth day of work today and already I have taken two people's shifts, beause they asked. Oh well - I am strong, and I will end up being paid more. I think I know how to run everything as a host now. I can seat, run the board, make the lineups, take to-go orders, and do gift cards. I rock. Scott seems to like me, because I pay attention and actually stay up at the front desk, unlike a lot of other hosts who have been working longer. I don't blame them though, I am going to start bringing my psychology homework there to read or something. It gets dead.

My respect goes out to Nimbus though, he has to work longer than me and do basically the same thing, stand around for a looong time.

(These keyboards are stiff, sticky, and dirty. I feel at home ^..^. In all honesty, they suck)

iPod
For some reason my iPod decided to work again. Some time ago it just turned off and never turned back on, nobody knew why. It wasn't the hold switch because after we fixed that little problem, we still got no respsonse. My brother being curious plugged it into the wall one day and shazam; iPod comes back to life. So now I have to dump all the music that I have been missing onto it, and enjoy my tunes in class.

What else to say.. what esle to say... hrm... Oh yeah, my schedule

Class Schedule

Monday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50

Tuesday
Psychology 1001 - 7:35-9:50
English 1001 - 12-1:50

Wednesday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50

Thursday
Psychology 1001 - 7:35-9:50
General Studies 1011 - 10-11:50
English 1001 - 12-1:50
Library - 2-2:50

Friday
Nature of Math 1110 - 10:40-11:50

So yeah, I'm taking 5 classes, and Thursdays suck, thats about all you need to know for basic info. I still dont' know if I will get into this Library or English class though, it will be a close call. (I really don't care though, because I don't want to be at this college. I planned to start at SJSU next semester, buuuut my dad had a fun idea of stepping in when I least wanted him to. Oh well. Time to kick some asses, and take some names.

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Whoooosahhhh....

Ohk, that feels better. Since I know I missed a few days let me break it down for all of 'yall. Thats right. 'yall. Don't forget - I'm like 65% redneck.

Thursday
Thursday. The day where my freedom stopped. I woke up at the hour of 6am, having falling asleep about 4 hours before that. Since it was the first day of college I was a bit excited and not all that tired. I jumped up and started to get ready, getting my backpack together and making sure for the hundreth time I have the right classes all set up and whatnot. Then I started the car, came in and watched the weather, grabbed my hat, and was off. The drive down to Hayward that early wasn't too bad, I got to school around 7am, and class started around 7:35, so I had some time to walk around. I headed off to the library, only finding out it was closed, as long with everything before 7:30. Then I walked back to the class, which had opened up and took a seat. This was my Psychology 1001 class, so it was a huge lecture hall. (Don't worry about my schedule, I will post it later on in the entry). I sat there and was lectured about the basics and history of Psyc. for a while before the professor excused class a bit earlier, because of it being the first day. She made the class sound harder than I think it will be, probably so the students wont think its a joke.

Since I was let out early I had an entire HOUR to kill. You will find out every passing period I had and hour or more to kill. So I walked around, the campus now a bit more alive figuring it was 9ish. So I headed to the bookstore, and didn't feel like checking in my bag, so skipped it an headed to the communist library? Why communist? Becuase none of the computers in there will let you have any access to the internet unsupervised. I mean we are freaking college students. I asked the receptionist if we could bring in our own laptops and connect, and she said no. Damn hippy. Now I can't even get online during my longer breaks. Oh well.

I killed an hour and headed off to my next class, which was GS (General Studies). This class is supposed to help you with your "cluster" program you are enrolled in, mine being Individual and Society. When I looked at the schedule book, there was no class room listed for the time I was taking it, just like the 3 classes above it. So I thought the class room number that comes before it must apply to all under with no number. WA UM02. I headed off and waited to get in, and sat down. Something didn't feel right when the instructor started to speak in spanish. That should have tipped me off. Then when I got to reading the syllabus I found out this was a Spanish 1 class. *blink* I guess this was the wrong room. I laughed it off and told the professor, then rushed to a computer, checking my schedule hoping IT would have the right room number. Thankfully it did and I headed off. When I got there I met Tim, a guy who made the same exact mistake as I did, so we didn't feel /all/ that stupid. GS class was pretty cool. Really nice instructor and it should be a simple easy credit of a class. Once again we were let out an hour early.

So now wandering around the campus waiting for my next class to start I bought a hotdog, and did my normal, mustard and pile on relish. Then I walked around and found the Student Union, sort of like a food hub sort of place. In one section they had a few arcade games, one of them being X-Men Vs. Street Fighter (omg yes). So I put in 50 cents, and beat the game, getting first place. The game was turned off every night, so I only had to beat one piddly score :/. Then I checked my watch and realized I had nothing to do for another 20 minutes. So I beat it once more before going to my next class.

English, or Expository Writing 1001 was pretty packed. I found out I am not officialy enrolled in that class, but I will be sitting in there every meeting until I am added, or the Add/Drop period ends, then I'm screwed. This class is going to be very, fucking, boring. I mean... I sat there and listened as she explained what was going to be going on. It seems like a grammar class. Nothing more. Just grammar, twice a week, two hours a meeting. Damn. This is going to suck. On a plus side though, she doesn't care much about testing, so the midterm and final wont be insane, just like any other normal test. There will be a few essays, but latley I could care less, I am good at essays and writing. For wierd reasons. This class also ended; an hour early.

Once again I wandered around, this time in the Library. I browsed a lot of thier books. Or... more like walked around and stared at the million books. Damn, so many books, so boring looking. So many volumes of information, most of which I could care less about. I found my Library class and it was moved upstairs, so I waited around there until the class was open. It was a small room, but we managed to get about 30 or so students into it with no problem. This class will be boring as hell. All we do is learn how to research stuff. Need an example? My first assignment is to check out a book from the library, and write a paper on how I checked it out. *blinks* Thats just stupid. This class was only 50 minutes long, so I stayed the entire time. I am not officialy in this class either, but will be adding it Monday, beacuse there is an opening.

Schools out. Gawd damn yes. I was there from 7 to 3. Thats crazy. Good thing though, I only have this many classes on thursday. Now. Lets get to the fun part of the day.

Thursday Evening
You all know how I got a job at Black Angus? Well Thursday at 6 is when I started. Grah, crazyshit. I got all dressed up and whatnot, which apparently makes me look older. Rock on. A 17 year old who can pass for 19-21. I kick ass. I parked my car and walked in, Jason was already at the front desk, was training me. I didn't do a whole lot for a while besides follow him as he tried to teach me tables. It seemed pretty obvious what to do, one host gives you the table number, I take them and seat them. After a few hours I was off on my own, able to take people to thier tables without a hitch. The only problem I ran into was with the phones. I really didnt' know what to do after I said the whole "Thank you for calling Black Angus, Fremont. This is Gordon, how may I help you?" line. So I had a lot of holding and giving it to the other hosts, or just handing it to the manager who was up there from time to time. I started work at 6, and it got a bit wierd busy around 7pm, leaving me up there with nothing to do but take table names and crap, which sucked. Around 9:50 or so we started to close up, cleaning up the bathroom, locking things up, clocking out, etc. Closing is pretty simple, but on Fridays it is a busy shift to take because you come in about an hour from rush. I got my employee meal, and talked to Jason and whatnot for a while, my legs and feet hurting from working the 4:12 minutes or whatever it was.

Thursday Night
Fucking.
Sleep.

Friday
Woo. I got to wake up around 9, my only class being at 10:40. Earlier around Wednesday my girl and I made up some crazy idea to see eachother. Yes, thats how sad we are some times, we must have grand master schemes to see eachother. Anyways, she pretended she had a doctor's appointment and wrote her way out of school. I picked her up around 10ish, and we drove to CSUH to sit in my math class. The math class was a nice addition to my schedule, figuring it wasn't all frosh. The professor explained this math class was basically "Appreciation of Math," not so much formulas and numbers. This kicked ass because it meant two things. 1. Easy class. 2. Fufills math GE requirement. Navleen was bored as hell, and bit uncomfortable because it wasn't a lecture hall like she thought. Anyways, I didn't do anything but doodle on my paper as he explianed series of numbers, which was simple. Class got out, and I need to buy a book sometime... probably Monday after math class again.

We headed back to my house to hang out for a bit, and she called her house to make sure nobody was home and we were still safe. Her dad picked up. Now... this is where you hit that giant red panic button and freak out. After about an hour of calling, nobody picked up, meaning he left and he was just home for lunch or something. After a /very/ interesting phone call to my mom, my dad came home. Shit. He wouldn't respond very niceley to her being over here with nobody else home. So I quickly told her to wait in the backyard as I got changed for work, which started in an hour anyways. With a bit of spy tatctics we got over my backfence and I told her to keep walking through backyards and I will meet her on the corner of the street. (Trust me this isn't a first). Anyways, I got out of the house without a hitch. I picked her up and dropped her back off at home. Gawd I love this girl ^..^; Mainly because we are both insane. And smart.

Friday: Work
I got to work at 3:15, and met up with Jason, as he took me through what I have to do to open up. I set up the board and whatnot, which wasn't /too/ confusing. Answered a phone call and actually didn't mess it up to my suprise. Then the crazy began. Carried showed up, which was nice because by the end of the peak we had 5 people as hosts, including the manager taking and seating people. Now I see what everyone was talking about Fridays, cause that was freakin' crazy go nuts. I don't even remember how many people I sat, or where I was going or what, but all I know is it was fucking insane. At the end of my shift I just clocked out, grabbed a coke, and went home. I got home around 9:20 and was asleep by 9:25. I didn't even bother changing, just flopped face first on my bed, still in shoes and uniform and fell asleep. That was crazy.

Saturday
What's going on today? Well... bloggin what happened the past few days. Oh yeah, let me say this before she kills me.

Navleen beat me at Soul Calibur II a few weeks back, I beat her once, and then she beat me again.

Happy? :P

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Today I headed over to Black Angus around 4, to get the New Employee Orientation behind me. I met up with Azim, he was kind of wierd... he seemed like he wasn't sure what he was talking about, and he is a manager... Anyways, me and a new hire, Ian filled out a bunch of paper work. Hopefully I did it all right. @..@

I got all the info I need, and I will be calling later on tonite to check when I have to come back in for my first day of work. I have to make sure to bring 20 bux for the work shirts they give you, I didn't have the money on me at that time. Well... thats about all that happened. I will be started off at minimum wage, 6.75 around these parts, and hopefully will be able to learn quick enough to become a busser, so I can get tips.

Rock on.

I'm the Doc.

Posted by Doc at 6:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

I have a job.
So happy.
Can't blog much.
I work Monday at 4pm.

Rock. Fucking. On.

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Si.... I'm getting a bit nervous waiting for the phone call from Black Angus to see if I do have a job on Friday or what. Eeee.... Scott promised he would call before 5, but my friend said he interviewed someone else on the day I was interviewed, so I'm getting all nervous like "What if I doesn't pick me?" I have a really good feeling he will pick me and stuff, but... whoooo boy, JUST CALL ALREADY AHHH!

Another Old Friend
Hrm, a few days ago an old furry friend messaged me up. He wanted to apologize for being a bit rude to my other friends when I introduced them but as he found out - I don't hold grudges. We talked for a while, it was nice to actually relive some old times, even though they were few. I found out something that made me feel all flattered and stuff, and now we are talking to eachother once more. I got to see his players picture, and for some reaon, he looks familiar. Oddly familiar.

Register for Classes
Well all the hoopla with CSUH was sorted out and it appears I will be registering for my classes on the 22nd, monday. I fleshed out my schedule today and it seems I will have to be on a waiting list for 2 of my classes. An art and a Chemistry Lab. But I don't care too much :/

Shaving Mishap
Ohk, I was shaving my chest yesterday in the shower and apparently I cut myself, but didn't notice. I reached up to put the stuff away and when I looked back down, the water and heat made the bit of blood look like someone had shot me and it was just tons of it. @..@ I flipped out and thought I was going to die or something, so I washed it off and realized the cut was no bigger than 2cm. -..- Yeah... so that scared me like crap.

VC GOOD
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Posted by Doc at 3:11 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Oh yeah I almost forgot, I have an interview tomorrow at 4pm with two of the managers over at Black Angus. I was talking to Jason, my friend who hooked me up and he said the manager was most likley going to hire me. The downside? He wants to work me on one of the busiest nights, @..@

And leave comments you facist bastards.

Posted by Doc at 11:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Whee, got back from my interview and he wants another one on the 15th ^..^ So that means I am halfway past the hard part, mwhaha. Once I got there all the nervousness I was feeling dissapated, which was a good thing indeed because I was pretty damn nervous. The manager is a really freindly guy. I thought when he said he watnted another interview that I was pretty much out of luck but on my way out Carrie, the host that was there who I know, asked if I got a second interview. I said yes and she replied with 'good job', so apparently this is how things work around here. I think he saw that while I have had no past job experiences, I do have a strong work ethic. Yes... mwhaha. Work ethic, surrrre.

Pictures
Well I want to take more pictures and movies with my digi cam to post up here, but I really don't know what to take them of. Use the comment feature. For fucks sake people, leave comments. Comment = love. If you don't leave comments, I don't know what to do ;..;

Songs
A few fun songs you should get:
Senior Junior - Move Your Feet
Fanny Pack - Camel Toe
Gorillaz - 19-2000
They just are fun songs to play every once in a while.

Posted by Doc at 6:13 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Quick post, but I am starting to stress out a bit over this interview tomorrow. I will be heading off to Black Angus around 4pm. My friend that hooked me up got hired on the spot, and I believe I can work just as hard as him so I am confident I might get a job. But still scared. @..@ Eeeee.

If I /do/ get hired, I will be working as a host or busser until I turn 18 - then I want to be a waiter, hehe ^..^ I have gotten a few comments saying I would make a good host.

Posted by Doc at 7:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)