Oh the day of Patrick. Saint Patrick.
After a meaningless day, serving at JFK airport, I have accomplished a few randoms today.
First of all, meaningless day at work? I say that because close to my shift ending, my cellular phone went missing. Jelicia, the lovely, Queens-bred, mouthy diva, called said cell phone, assuming we would hear it. Nope. Minutes later, she calls it again. Voice mail. The assfucker who had it, shut it off. Theft was enough for me to ask to leave earlier than I was already chosen to do. So, one day at work = 100 some odd dollars - new cell phone cost = much less money than I wanted to work for today. Meaningless. Sure, there may have been goodness and substance in my hard work as an airport server and further understanding my fellow employees for the betterment of working at that shit hole. But with all the bull shit customers (who act like I am a slave to the $5-$10 they'll tip me when they finafuckingly leave), I would have rather stayed in bed, smoked a bowl, and jerked off. I'm counting the days until I am allowed to bartend again. 25 shifts to go, and I can get back behind the bar. aaaahhh to much complaining about work aaahhhhhhhh.....stop. stopping. stopped.
accomplishments of today in some weird outline format:
1) 2 hour nap whilst my sweet jeremy tried to track down a new phone fo dis bitch.
a) god-buddha-allah-mary-zeus bless ireland for birthing people to fuck other people to then birth my jeremy. with the realization that ive had 7 phones since living in nyc, the quest for a new one seemed painful. so he did it for me :)
b) napping is essential when my lifestyle lately makes me feel like im in some sort of concentration camp condition. i do not eat or sleep enough AT ALL, because i work work work for people that suck suck suck, bosses and customers. that could be widely exaggerated but whatever. throw me in a gas chamber and put me out of this misery.
..........how dance fits in there, i have no idea??? by the time rehearsal rolls around, im already dreaming.
2) lunch at the tortilla factory and eatery thingamajig down the street, which is ridiculously cheap but shockingly delicious. and im pretty sure the chicken is really chicken.
a) we have certain perks living in "little mexico/puerto rico" which is what i like to call our little area of residence in brooklyn. cheap, yummy, authentic food of their homelands. convenient fruit and veggie stands that carry goods im sure are teleported from the land which they are harvested cuz they taste that fresh. and greasy brown men hissing and hooting, whilst eying you like you cum tequila and dispense pesos. etc. etc. etc.
3) dressed myself in my own clothes, donning a bit o green for the irish, instead of spending the day in my black, pseudo-professional, waitress garb.
a) i said id stop complaining about work. . . .... . . ....
4) subbed it to my sanctuary that is the library (insert heavenly angel "aaahhhhh" here)
a) if i had to pick a religion and a place of worship, it would be based around the Library. it is a place to research life, love, poop, math, what to expect when your expecting, hemingway, and find all the answers, anecdotes, opinions, theories, blazeyblah. people stay out of each others' way, it's quiet, there's one in almost every city, and yay, peace. and there's a public restroom. in a country where there's a price for everything, it awes me how such an institution exists. with that thought being manifested into writing, i know realize we should probably take as much advantage of the Library as we can. surely some asshole will take advantage of the one free wonder we have.
the end, gotta go to yoga if i can make it......... tititititititititits titties.
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