Oh, waiting on tables.

For all that extra emotional energy that I put into being nervous
and worried, my first night alone, wasn't so bad - I felt incredibly
terrible for my coworker though, who because of my newbness,
was trapped with an extra huge section that even the greatest of
server would have a hard time maintaining.

I always told myself that if someone "important" ever were seated
in my section, I would treat them just like everyone else; plus the
reality of things is that I don't keep up with tv media or read tabloids,
and really my only source of celebrity gossip comes out once a week
on a Thursday and is written in the local paper. So, yes, I am
ignorant when it comes to mainstream American obsessive behavior.
So, yeah, Heath Ledger's widow & child were my second table of the
night. I still find it funny that they saw it fit to allow the new girl with
no menu knowledge to wait on such a guest. They were freaking out, I
just, kinda of did my job.

Being new is lame. For many a reasons, sure; mainly because I have
the bare minimum understanding of the menu, the way the
restaurant flows, and I am asked (though it is expected) that I
give up my days off, so that I may learn... more.
Which is what happened today..
Gone for a while, are the days of lazily wasting my hours watching
dust form bunnies on my laptop. Oh, bunnies, who shall name you now?
My job, presently, has no concern for orphan dust bunnies.
Sad.

I was quite excited to get a few things done today, but the awareness of
having to stop later, makes this day feel so much shorter then it
actually is... lame. lame. lame. lame. lame.

Okay, no more complaining. At least, I have a job.
But, there is no energy presently to go off on some social rant,
I'll save that speech for the cat.

So it begins..

It's that point in my year again when my fingers begin to inch at the need to
elaborate on the things that have been swimming around in my head; which
now finds me filling the room with the tip-tapping of quick little symbols
on a shiny lighted screen.

It's cool out, the open window allows a chilly breeze to pass over my mostly
naked body, I've come to the conclusion that it's not being completely
naked that makes me happy, it's simply being topless and in the my
underwear.
The carpet is probably at this very moment leaving imprints on my skin,
I haven't been eating very well.. my sodium levels must be INSANE..so,
to keep myself from becoming the latest representation of the bedroom
floor, I'm moving.. as my foot has also decided to fall asleep.. oh the pain!

Life, as of late has been entertaining.
I've involved myself in things, so.. weird.
I feel the desire to address that I have survived the burlesque scene in
Portland, survived being that I was a part in it, did my networking, saw
the things I didn't like, became disheartened, and now am "taking a break."
- The details of all that, are neither here or there, and will probably be
elaborated on at a later date.. just not today -
there's been enough drama already.

Hm. I really need to shave, for being such a make believe girlie-girl
with demur behavior and all that fairytale sparkle - I really.. kind of let
things go wild.. -laughs-
I'm trying really hard to ignore the poke-pokeyness of my legs as
I have now found comfort in sitting with my legs crossed.
Yup, still in my panties. -glee-

Shawn's up. Which means, it's probably time to make at attempt
at really starting my day. I'm 4 hours away from working my first solo shift
at my new job, -blar- Half looking forward to it, half not. Japanese is hard,
even it is, just sushi, but damn..
Yup, fear has set in.