Damn

So, I really thought I would get the call today. I had no real reason to think this, I guess I was being overly optimistic. It's getting discouraging.

So last night was my first night with my own tables (a whopping 2 of them). I made pretty good money for only having that, though. Hell, I got a $20 tip on a $55 check. I know I'm good at this work, I just don't want to do it. ;)

On a slightly better note, I have a really funny post to put up. It's something that actually occured a few days ago, but I can't find the business card that the story hinges on. As soon as I find it and scan it in, I'll post it.

I just didn't want to leave you on a downer. ;)

crap

So that's it. I just finished my second night of non-training work.

I was the QSS person (the food runner, table clearer).

I busted my ass for 8 hours. I didn't sit once and I rarely stopped moving. What do I have to show for this? $3 an hour and $41 in tips.

My feet hurt...
:p

Hell Yeah

I totally just rocked out a 4 mile walk down the Prince William Parkway after work.

Now i'm tired. ;)

I woke up and it was gone...

Okay, so my facial hair did not mysteriously disappear overnight. No, my BBB (big beautiful bristles for the uninitiated) were sacrificed so that I can pay rent.

I started as a server at Ruby Tuesday on Monday and this one does not allow facial hair. Joelle suggested that I shave my eyebrows as well in prostest, but Pink bled when he did that in The Wall.

So Ruby is okay. I should hopefully be hearing something from Fairfax in July. Until then I am bringing people their food then shouting ''You just got served!''

Test Drive #2

Another shot from the same fateful test drive.

What a Test Drive!

So, I know it's hard to tell from this picture, but you are beholding a hilarious sight.

Today Joelle and I saw this Mustang that was clearly out for a test drive. A cop had followed this individual, who was probably only ''putting it through its paces'' and had pulled him over in the dealership parking lot.

''I'll take the car, but I'm going to need a $150 rebate for the ticket.''

I Miss Shooting

It's been awhile since I've gone shooting. It's been awhile since I've handled a firearm. Since coming to VA, my Concealed Carry Permit is void. My poor guns sit up in the closet in boxes.

I think it's time to find a range and "bust some caps." It's been too damn long.

Almost There!

"Almost where?" you ask, quivering in excitement. Is Dana finally hired by the PD?

HA! Still waiting on that one.

However, I do have a second meeting with the manager at our local Ruby Tuesday and he said I'll be starting next week. They should be able to get me 5-6 8 hour shifts per week. I'll be makin' bank the old fashioned way.

Add that to the Starbucks job that I hope to be starting next week, and I should be good to go. 60-70 hours a week of unadulterated misery. Oh boy I can't wait. ;)

But hey, at least I know that this Fairfax thing is somewhere on the horizon. It's what's keeping me going. :)

Awesome

So, apparently the slogan of this past season's Top Chef is ''I have a culinary boner.''

I freakin' love it. I made my spicy chicken soup tonight. I don't know if it's boner worthy, but it was pretty damn good!

What did you have for dinner?

I Hate Rubberneckers!

While driving Joelle to the Metro station today around 345, I had a shock. One would think that heading eastbound at this time of day would be smooth sailing.

It was not! Our trip took probably twice the time that it should have.

''There must be an accident ahead,'' opined Joelle. The trooper going by in the breakdown lane with his lights on only seemed to lend creedence to this idea.

I'm thinking it must be bad. 3 lanes reduced to a crawl, there must be a body in the road.

As we come around the corner I see the Trooper's lights ahead. As we near the scene of the accident I see two vehicles with minor damage. It was a a freaking fender bender!

Traffic sped up as we passed. All of that traffic for some damn body damage.

I hate rubberneckers!

Should I Feel Guilty?

Is it inappropriate to use this for a bloody mary? It's all I had, so my options were limited, but still... It feels like putting premium gas in a go-cart.

Good Stuff

So, is it that it tastes good or that it kills the boredom? Who cares?

All I know is that, as another unemployed day comes to a close, it sure is good.

How the Hell are you?

First Post

So here we go again. Apparently I can do this one on the go. Will that make a difference? Probably not. :)