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My coworker Drita really makes me laugh sometimes. Anybody who fits their general stereotype perfectly makes me crack up. Gays and immigrants mostly. She's a trademark immigrant. She says things like "he's a gay" and says "faggon" instead of -got. Her insult of choice is "idiot." She says "what can I help you." She told me that sometimes her husband farts in bed and pulls the covers over her. So I explained to her that it's called a Dutch Oven. We learn a lot from each other. This is what she looks like when she eats dinner:
She ate corn out of an ice cream cup, without heating it or anything. What a skank.
Derik fired the Dominican, Johi. He replaced him with Lauren, this girl who used to work at Haagen Dazs a few summers ago. My god is this girl fucking annoying as hell. I dread having to work with her because it's impossible to get 5 minutes without her saying something, anything, everything. However, she milks so much tip money out of customers. She's a girl of loose morals, pregnant at 19 and soon to be wed to Nick Picone, but I guess customers like inane conversation with people behind a counter. And since they don't know the loads of baggage that she carries with her everywhere she goes, they're pleased with the few minutes of her company. She's not stunningly beautiful by any means, but customers, men seem to have a thing for girls who talk to them. I sure do. I take being spoken to, as few as 2 or 3 words, by girls, semi-attractive to beautiful, as a sign that maybe I could have a relationship with them. Even a brief glance in my direction accompanied by the faintest smile could toll wedding bells in my head. I'm so pathetic.
Conversely, speaking to girls, semi-attractive to beautiful, makes me feel as if I'm putting them in a very uneasy position. The last thing they need is to be bothered by a person like myself. So I keep it short. But the few words that I do shoot at them are tainted with so much uncertainty that it's almost insulting I should even attempt to converse with them.
I've been sober 3 weeks. No booze, no drugs. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. But I'd like to have more clean time under my belt before I jump to any big conclusions. One observation I've made is that without the desire to alter reality, or the accomplishment of an altered reality, it's much easier to be optimistic, rather, future-oriented. I have ambitions now that I considered pipe-dreams a few weeks ago. They're just ambitions, but I don't share them anticipation of getting soused or stoned. Now they are more focused. But it's only been 3 weeks.
And 3 weeks of clear-headed sobriety can't make up for 3 years of intoxicated stupidity.
She ate corn out of an ice cream cup, without heating it or anything. What a skank.
Derik fired the Dominican, Johi. He replaced him with Lauren, this girl who used to work at Haagen Dazs a few summers ago. My god is this girl fucking annoying as hell. I dread having to work with her because it's impossible to get 5 minutes without her saying something, anything, everything. However, she milks so much tip money out of customers. She's a girl of loose morals, pregnant at 19 and soon to be wed to Nick Picone, but I guess customers like inane conversation with people behind a counter. And since they don't know the loads of baggage that she carries with her everywhere she goes, they're pleased with the few minutes of her company. She's not stunningly beautiful by any means, but customers, men seem to have a thing for girls who talk to them. I sure do. I take being spoken to, as few as 2 or 3 words, by girls, semi-attractive to beautiful, as a sign that maybe I could have a relationship with them. Even a brief glance in my direction accompanied by the faintest smile could toll wedding bells in my head. I'm so pathetic.
Conversely, speaking to girls, semi-attractive to beautiful, makes me feel as if I'm putting them in a very uneasy position. The last thing they need is to be bothered by a person like myself. So I keep it short. But the few words that I do shoot at them are tainted with so much uncertainty that it's almost insulting I should even attempt to converse with them.
I've been sober 3 weeks. No booze, no drugs. It's not as hard as I thought it would be. But I'd like to have more clean time under my belt before I jump to any big conclusions. One observation I've made is that without the desire to alter reality, or the accomplishment of an altered reality, it's much easier to be optimistic, rather, future-oriented. I have ambitions now that I considered pipe-dreams a few weeks ago. They're just ambitions, but I don't share them anticipation of getting soused or stoned. Now they are more focused. But it's only been 3 weeks.
And 3 weeks of clear-headed sobriety can't make up for 3 years of intoxicated stupidity.
