themorningstar

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I'm feeling like a bitch right now, cause this really cute and seemingly cool chick just came into the store I work at, and we flirted for about the whole 20 minutes she was in here.  And then I punked out and didn't ask for the digits before she left.  I guess it's been about year since I asked a girl out, because I've been all celibate and shit, and I'm out of practice.  Shit I hope she comes by the store again sometime soon so I can redeem myself.

I start my new job on Tuesday, I'm going to be doing deliveries for a florist.  It only pays $9 an hour, but it's full time, which is hard to get around here.  I'm not super excited but it should at least be a steady paycheck until I move to Georgia this summer. 

I went to the flea market yesterday and bought a belt buckle with Mayan calender on it, it's cooler than you.

One of my best friends had his car stolen Thursday night.  He was two payments away from paying it off.  It was an Acura Integra Type R with a carbon fiber hood.  Also in the car were his Nike carbon fiber golf clubs, all his cds, and two fully set up skateboards.  I feel bad for the guy, that sucks.

I went to see In Bruges yesterday and it was fucking awesome.  What made it even better was it was at an indy kind of theatre and they put real butter on their popcorn.

I got fired yesterday from the job I started a week ago, because the Beard is a "health code violation."  That, however, is a load of bullshit.  I kept it properly restrained, I even called a friends mom who's been a health inspector for 12 years and she said with the way I had it restrained it shouldn't have been a violation.  This has led me to believe that, somehow, in one week I caused the co-owner to have some sort of personal beef with me.  This guy works in the kitchen and has moderately long hair and wears no sort of hair restraint(which is a pretty big damn violation).  In fact, I was one of the only three people in that kitchen that kept my hair and facial hair restrained properly.  I just fuckin hate when somebody hands me blatantly obvious bullshit, and expects me to believe it.

 

edit:  I just remembered something else; when I had my trial there three weeks ago, right before they hired me, I was talking about the Beard and told them about the Beard and Mustache Championships, so it's not like they could have been under the misconception that the Beard was going to do anything but get longer.  They never even mentioned the Beard being even remotely problematic until I had quit my other job and started working there.

I started my new job at the bakery today, and oddly enough all I did was saute mushrooms and carmelize vidalias.  They do quiche in the mornings and I had to prep fillings.  Maybe I'll actually learn pastry soon, and they are supposed to be training me to make gelato as well.  I think that I'm basically being trained to be the go-to monkey in the kitchen.  From the sound of things I'm going to be trained to prep and/or make everything that they serve.  That will work out really well once I get the hang of everything, because right now I am very much a bull in a china shop.  This kitchen is tiny; I can flat-palm the ceiling without standing on my toes and I have to walk around the whole kitchen sideways or my shoulders hit everything. 

Outside of that things are good, I'm still celibate for some crazy reason.  I've been working out a lot of my problems and am finally starting to see some progress, so hopefully when I deem myself ready for a relationship I won't repeat too many of my dumb old mistakes.