lauraflute

Jan. 25th, 2004

Twenty-seven fucking dollars on a Saturday night. < Adam Sandler > SOMEBODY KILL ME PLEASE

Seriously, I think the kitchen has it out for me. They see my tickets and go "Never mind. Her food doesn't have to be right." >:P I want a desk job. A nice, $10/hour desk job where I sit on my ass and do next to nothing.

*whines herself to bed*

Current Mood: bitchy

There is this BAPA (punk ass bitch ass) of a host at work. He doesn't do shit, lies to keep from doing his job that he sucks at, etc. Lunch was really slow today, and he decided since he was pissed off at me about something, he wasn't going to seat me for awhile. Then he slammed my section, then stopped seating me. Did the manager do anything? NO. I left with decent money for what tables I had (and we closed because of bad weather--even lovelier), but the point is there were tables that were supposed to be mine that he gave to other people.

He moves Tuesday. I just might watch him leave to make sure he goes. And kick him in the ass as he leaves.

Happy news: my dog Thumper and my cat Cali (the kitty on her back in my pic) are curled up by me, and I'm about to make a hot bowl of soup. Potato or chicken and rice. Still deciding.

Current Mood: okay

I really miss playing.

I was listening to Mozart 40 today (It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a Mozart!) and heard the flutes and realized it's been so long since I've played. Yeah, my jaw problems have a lot to do with that. Missing cartiledge will kick any wind player out of commission fast. But also I just haven't wanted to. I last seriously played *thinks* March of last year. Flute choir adaptation of Peter and the Wolf. After that I packed up my baby and only take her out for sprints every now and them.

( more musing--might be boring )

Happy thought of the moment: JOE'S ONLINE!!!!!!

Current Mood: loved
Current Music: Arnold, Four Scottish Dances, mvt 3