Well, being in the restaurant industry is partially what I expected.  I had my first drunk guys the other day.  It was awesome to get hit on and actually get paid for it which  I know makes me sound like a prostitute but that’s okay I’m pretty sure I pretty much am but I put out cocktails instead of taking in cock.

I stay up late and just got blackout curtains in my bedroom so it’s easy sleeping until two and three o’clock but that’s making blogging harder than I expected.  I still don’t have internet and I need to work something out with my roomie so I can get his.  He has it directly wired into his desktop and I just want to get a wireless router so I can wake up type and go but I haven’t even had a chance to see him to ask about it.  Right now I’m either writing these on my iPad while I get my hospital shit done or I’m going to Ryan’s down the street.  Not too bad but it kills about thirty minutes of my day and that could be some solid pool time.

I love what I do. Seriously.  I kind of fuck orders up in the system but I’m still learning that and they are great about correcting it for me.   I also don’t have to worry about getting my medical shit done because there’s a request off book and all I have to do is put my infusion date in there when I get it and I’m all set.  That’s super helpful.  Now as long as I get a nice little mini-shift the next day I’ll have my 48 hours to recover from my infusion without any problems.  That was my only stresser.

My latest ish is the Facebook thing.  All of you know I’m more of a personality on there.  Being awesome is what I do.  I’m starting to friend my coworkers and I’m pretty sure they’re going to see how mental I am.  I haven’t looked to see what type of things they post (I actually haven’t been online in days and my cell phone Facebook app hates me so I’m limited) but I’m fairly sure they might not be into someone who serves food peeing in the shower.  Whatever, it’s not like I shower at work.

I would if we had one though.

So while I get used to this I might be posting late.  I know I won’t be posting in the mornings like I used to because I’m not going to bed until four in the morning but I’m going to try to pre-write some of my shit early in the week so I can sleep in, work out and work on my tan.  Those are key elements to summer and I’m not giving those up.  As it is I feel like a cow from all the bar food I’ve eaten.  Good news is that I’ve lost eight pounds since the pool opened, I just need to get back into swimming daily instead of just once or twice, that makes all the difference.

I hate how boring this is but I’m a zombie.  I’m sitting In the hospital waiting for my shot timer thing to finish up so I van go tell my shrink all the trouble I have the potential to cause and I’m surviving on a Frappe (McDonalds greatest gift to humanity) and I’m getting all of my shit done as fast as possible.  Sorry if this is lame but sometimes I’m lame and you all live vicariously through me so I thought I’d toss an update your way.

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