Tuesday 110398,0144amHST
Lets see. What has happened since we last spoke?
Thursday 10.29 - Work was very laid back today. I actually got out of the hell hole by 8 so the boy didn't have to take the bus after all.
Friday 11.30 - I got an 88 on my mid-term. It was a sign of the crappy day to come. How in the world did I get an 88?! Two points away from an A. If they didn't make the exam time so constricting I swear I could have gotten that 96 (the highest grade in the class). Even Kat beat me out of an A. She got a 90.
Once again I worked for Laverne and she volunteered me (WTF?) to work a room of 40 people. Low and behold I had to serve them all by lonesome self, which wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to share the 30 dollar tip with 3 other people who didn't do shit. Imagine my rage when the manager (that dickhead) said I had to split it because I was on the Dining room card . Where is the fairness in that? I served these freaks (really, they were freaks....they were dressed up for Halloween) all by myself and the other 3 just showed up to do the easy part which was clean up. I wanted to throw the slop tray at them and make them eat it. Every single time I work for Laverne something like this happens. What does she know that I don't? Is there some hidden agenda to torture Sunshine whenever she works in the Dining Room?
Exhausted I still decided to drag my butt down to Party City for a Halloween costume. This was to be my first Halloween I actually dressed up. Growing up JehovahWitness restricted me to participate in this event although I don't find myself hating my parents for condemning this paganistic ritual. I was in the store for about an hour eyeing out the 30 dollar dorothy costume while these teeney-bopers tried on the child size costumes because the adult sizes were just too large for them. Those anorexic sluts. Well. I find that 30 bucks for a costume was well over my budget and besides, I was probably too large for the STANDARD ADULT costume anyway. After 45 minutes I still had no idea what I was to dress up as and I made myself grab anything on the shelf since a hoard of people came through the door also looking for costumes grabbing most of the good stuff. I bought a make-up kit, a mexican hat, a plastic squeeky rat and a fake moustache. I don't know what the hell I was thinking of. Well I kinda did (a mariachi musician) but didn't really realize how stupid an idea that was until I was halfway home. Sure I had the hat and the moustache but what about an outfit?
Later that night was the play we were required to see for THEA 101. "The Story of Susanna". I have but one word to describe this play. TORTURE. Sheer TORTURE. That was 3 hours of my life that I cannot get back. It dealt with violence towards women and although the message they tried to send out was decent the show itself was a bunch of crap. It was TOO artsy fartsy. A bunch of zombie looking dancers performed simultaneously as the story dragged on. Story? There was really no set story I could follow and the actors spoke in phases that was a million times inconprensable than Shakespear in a druken stuppor. I don't even have the energy to go into detail with this play...its not worth it. And they expect me to write a 4 page review on this shit? They have got to be kidding. On the good side me and Kat had a good laugh when (during the start of act II) a girl coming up the aisle tripped and literally fell on her face. Kat and I had to stiffle our laughs for about 10 minutes. Yes we're evil.
Saturday 10.31 - I woke up at 5a. The night before I decided to go to work as a rocker. It was a good thing I bought that make-up kit. I started to put on the white base makeup and it wasn't working as I had planned. It just looked like frosting on my face, not like the pictures on the box (what did I expect for $3.99?). So I said "fuck it" washed it all off and proceeded to put black eye make-up around my eyes and my lips. And then I dripped fake blood on the corners of my mouth. It looked ok. Satisfactory. I slapped on black pants, the boy's Guns & Roses shirt and stuffed my feet into the black Doc Martens I borrowed from Rz (I drove ALL the way down to Waipahu to get these shoes at 12am). The last accessory was the black leather jacked which was also the boy's. Driving to work my body felt like a 400 degree oven because the jacket was so heavy. There was no way in hell that I was going to wear this jacket for 8 hours. Once I got there I scared the shit out of Craig the manager and took off the jacket. Feeling incomplete, I taped the plastic squeeky rat on my shoulder...he eventually ended up entangled in my hair for a better look because he kept falling off my shoulder and I was afraid he'd fall into someones food.
By the end of the day my feet were all blistery wearing Rz shoes which were a half size bigger than my shoe size and sweating like a pig because of the black I was wearing. I got home and took shower only to realize the face blood I put on the corners of my mouth stained my skin. "Holy Shit" I thought. I spent half an hour trying to scrub it off. I damaged some skin while doing so and it was a swollen red compared to the stained fake blood red.
I went to Rz house for the Halloween get together and has some good times. We watched "Dawn of the Dead" and I had some kicks watching this movie. Before this I had held some predetermined hate to Lei, a high school classmate and longtime friend of Rz. She insisted that Sacharrin was the same thing as Asparateme. Like I was stupid or something. I've always had some kind of unknown dislike of her and this confirmed it. Whatever.
The intent was to sleep over but we all (Lori, Rho, Lei & company, Kaina and myself) left by the time it was 3a. I was glad I went home. I don't think I would have a good nights rest sleeping at Rz's. Lord knows I needed it. I had only 3 hours the night before.
Sunday 11.01 - Work as usual. I kept writing 10 as the date instead of 11.
Today 11.02- There was no copy editors when I got to the newspaper office. There was ONE cutline to read and I spent an hour cruzing the web on the pathetic IBMs. Rz had left for the day and was awaiting the arival of another copy editor who would sit around and do nothing with me. It was election day tmmr so there would be no issue for the following day. I concluded there wouldn't be much to read so a dug out at 110p after being there for little over an hour.
I wasted the day sleeping again when I should have really started on the review due for Wednesday.
Must I relive the horror of that PLAY??????!!!!
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