It's a turn down day, and I dig it...

[lauraflute]

Ryan and I had excellent Denny's therapy last night, and I finally coughed up my recent neuroses concerning our friendship. Needless to say he wasn't completely surprised because he knows me too well, damn it. But we worked through it as always.



I got an ass kicking at work yesterday. Around 2:00 I got a 7 top, then 10 minutes later got an 8 top, and was still getting tables around them. That lasted for 2 hours, and I freaked out. FREAKED OUT. As in I had my 8 top ask if I was okay and tell me to breathe. And they left me a $25 tip (I didn't gratuitize--big risk).

AND I DIDN'T CARE.

I was so freaked out I didn't care about a tip that big. I was supposed to work that night, but one of my friends who came on at 4 went up to the managers and told them to take me off that night because she was so worried about me. I felt so horrible. Like an absolute failure at my job. At one point I went out on the back dock to cry and I couldn't.

Then I came home and talked to Sue about my bad day and other things (mainly missing Joe a whole lot and feeling ultra-possessive of Ryan), and I remember telling her all I needed was a good cry, but it wouldn't come.

And then Ryan didn't answer his phone until 12:23 am, told me he was coming home "soon" and didn't call soon. I got dressed and started to head out to meet him when he got here, and at 1:45 he wasn't answering his phone, wasn't returning my call, nothing. So I screamed something into his voice mail along the lines of "FINE, YOU WANT TO STAY THERE? IT'S COOL, BUT AT LEAST CALL ME AND TELL ME!!!" And then the tears I'd been looking for all day but couldn't make happen gushed out. I drove around and bawled for about 10 minutes and then Ryan called and I was crying and he told me to go straight to Denny's (which I did after wiping my face off) and over my Diet Coke and mini cheeseburgers 86 mustard and his sweet tea and bacon cheeseburger 86 garden with a side of mayonnaise, things got better.

Then we were at his house at 5 am watching Bill Maher stand up when his mom got up, saw me, and sorta made a face at Ryan and held her finger up in the air. Meh, fuck her. I mean, I took my cue, but fuck her. She's obviously got more damage than I do, and that's going somewhere.

GOOD LUCK, TIM!!!!!!!

Comments

[yanksfan.livejournal.com]

Eh, fuck her indeed. At least things are cool with Ryan, right? That's all that matters.

Glad you're feeling better. Now enjoy that 25 dollar tip! :)

Lord - my mom isn't all that bad

[reevadubois.livejournal.com]

In a shameless defense of my mother - she has not, does not, and never will like company at any hour of the day - not to mention 5:00 am, soooooo her disdain for Laura's presence was not surprising, and in a way, i was shocked her reaction wasn't worse. Anyhoo - in the grand scheme of things, my mother is the least of Laura's problems. Mother is probably just jealous anyway - i like Laura more.