Monday: I worked a fairly steady shift with Junior, the Old Queen and the Young Queen. Around 8 or so, Big Gay Cop came in looking pale as a ghost. Says he knows that a murder was committed at the jail or an inmate was allowed to die. Furthermore, he says it's being covered up by the sheriff's department and the district attorney, and he asked me what he should do. He said he knew I was someone with a good moral head on his shoulders, which I suppose is a corollary to the whole "Matt is the guy you go to when you want to hear the cold, hard truth" thing that's dogged me all my life, and I have never figured out where it comes from. Anyhow, told him he had to report it, even at the expense of his job, so I called up a fellow Athens expatriate (B.D.) who'd know what media service to get in touch with, and we did so. I sent the email, got BGC the number and it's out of my hands. My first personal brush with corruption in the Big Easy, I suppose. I left a message on BGC answering service but haven't heard back from him. Maybe I'll give him a call tomorrow, but call me a coward, I would like to stay out of it as much as possible. I do not trust the police.
Following up on a request I put into my estrogen brigade earlier in the year concerning the whole "what to do with my life to justify my existence" thing, crazy-ass Jenny J. sent an email recommending that I look into becoming a private investigator. I must admit, I am intrigued. I wouldn't be any sort of Phillip Marlowe or even Jim Rockford, and I'll be damned if I sit outside sleazy hotels taking pictures of cheating husbands, but I am good at finding information and answering questions. I could see myself scouring databases and checking official records so as to find info on possible ne'er-do-wells or runaways of all stripes. I did some preliminary research and sent an email or two, but nothing really heavy. I'm deep into one of my "don't give a shit" moods right now, so it's even harder to get motivated about anything.
Tuesday: Sometime around 4 a.m., I decided not to go to Chalmette in the morning to make another swipe at the driver's license. I decided to wait until the replacement official came in from Jackson and work with that. Honestly, I just didn't feel like doing anything but sleeping until noon again, and I certainly didn't feel up to dealing with the DMV. So, I slept till noon, moved the car, slept till 3 or so, and then knocked out the laundry. Afterwards, I took another nap and then went to Bennachin's for a rather tasty dinner of rice, lamb and some sort of sauce. It's an African place and I really like it, though the cute hippie chick waitress wasn't there, alas. After that, I wandered around a bit and then went to Cosimo's for a beer or three. I started Claudius The God at the laundromat, and it's pretty damn good. Now, at 3 a.m., I'm going to watch an MST3K episode, "Final Sacrifice".
Otherwise, pretty damn useless excuse for a human being today, but ask me if I care.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
March 28, 2010
Another pleasant if unremarkable day. Laid around in bed until work again, and then we had a slow afternoon followed by a steady evening. Worked with Dread and he continues to impress, though his deliberateness is starting to grate. However, the slowpoke I am, I shouldn't judge.
After work, I went out to D.B.A. to see the Louisiana Hellbenders, a rockabilly outfit. They weren't bad but all the songs, whether theirs or others', wound up sounding the same. And again, I felt far too unhip for the crowd. After that, swung by Cosimo's for a beer or two and then home for bed.
Yep.
After work, I went out to D.B.A. to see the Louisiana Hellbenders, a rockabilly outfit. They weren't bad but all the songs, whether theirs or others', wound up sounding the same. And again, I felt far too unhip for the crowd. After that, swung by Cosimo's for a beer or two and then home for bed.
Yep.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
March 27, 2010
Saturday has come and gone. I laid in bed right up until work again, and that's starting to get to me. I was draggy all night at work. Luckily, it was dead until almost seven, and then we did almost $1500 until close. It was me, Dread and Junior, though Junior was an hour-and-a-half late. He overslept and would probably be sleeping still had I not texted him over his whereabouts an hour into his shift time. That all being said, a pleasant enough evening for work, as such things go.
Otherwise, nothing whatsoever to report. I'm calling it an early night, even though it is currently 2:35 a.m. Despite there being absolutely no difference between today and a day when I was in one of my black moods - seriously, it's the same cycle of sleep, work, eat, shower, read, sleep - I'm in fairly high spirits. Let's hope it continues at least through Monday.
Otherwise, nothing whatsoever to report. I'm calling it an early night, even though it is currently 2:35 a.m. Despite there being absolutely no difference between today and a day when I was in one of my black moods - seriously, it's the same cycle of sleep, work, eat, shower, read, sleep - I'm in fairly high spirits. Let's hope it continues at least through Monday.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
March 26, 2010
Another day, another dollar. I laid around in bed until almost one and then went to work at 2:30. It was me and Dread until about 5:30 or so, and then Junior came on shift. Nothing unusual to report. Fairly slow night, as a matter of fact. We closed at 10:30 and I was out of there by 12:30. I did, however, forget to clock in, so I'll have to get that squared away tomorrow.
Been watching and reading a lot of Kolchak lately. I'm currently sitting here watching The Night Strangler, and I'll probably knock out at least one episode before I go to sleep. I have no idea why, apart from the deep-seated suspicion that I should if not actually be some sort of crusading reporter tracking down the weird and unusual, then I should at least be writing novels or stories along that line. Or maybe they just appeal to me, as flawed as they are. Sort of like the Dirk Gently series, Kolchak's not perfect but I love the whole idea of a Front Page refugee going up against the hidden supernatural to protect an unknowing and uncaring world. If someone would write that with the humor and logic of Douglas Adams' Dirk Gently, I would totally read that.
I'm not gonna do it, though.
Been watching and reading a lot of Kolchak lately. I'm currently sitting here watching The Night Strangler, and I'll probably knock out at least one episode before I go to sleep. I have no idea why, apart from the deep-seated suspicion that I should if not actually be some sort of crusading reporter tracking down the weird and unusual, then I should at least be writing novels or stories along that line. Or maybe they just appeal to me, as flawed as they are. Sort of like the Dirk Gently series, Kolchak's not perfect but I love the whole idea of a Front Page refugee going up against the hidden supernatural to protect an unknowing and uncaring world. If someone would write that with the humor and logic of Douglas Adams' Dirk Gently, I would totally read that.
I'm not gonna do it, though.
Friday, March 26, 2010
March 25, 2010
Hey, not only did I remember to make an entry tonight, I also found my George Jones t-shirt. The damn thing's almost 20 years old, and it's from the first concert I ever went to sans parents. It was in my underwear drawer, and finding it makes me happy beyond words.
Otherwise, not a whole lot to report. I laid around in bed until 2 or so and went to work at 4:30. It was me and Dread again, and we did a fairly decent night. Again, he continues to impress and if I have any complaint it's that he's not much of a conversationalist, but that's not why he's here. I skipped the brewskis tonight and, after a quick Kolchak episode, I'm calling it a night.
So there.
Otherwise, not a whole lot to report. I laid around in bed until 2 or so and went to work at 4:30. It was me and Dread again, and we did a fairly decent night. Again, he continues to impress and if I have any complaint it's that he's not much of a conversationalist, but that's not why he's here. I skipped the brewskis tonight and, after a quick Kolchak episode, I'm calling it a night.
So there.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
March 24, 2010
So, I forgot to update again, so sue me.
The day started rather late with a phone call from Momma concerning the birth certificate. Apparently, she's found the original but is ordering me another. I don't quite understand, but apparently I'll get one or the other sometime next week. I didn't really get moving until almost four or so, and then I went out on a book crawl. I didn't find anything I wanted - though I almost bought yet another copy of The Illuminatus Trilogy and I, Claudius - so I found what I needed at the library. I've started with Anno Dracula, which isn't bad so far.
After that, I went to Lafayette Square for "Wednesdays In The Square". Sort of your typical weekly arts-and-music to-do put on by the Young Leadership Council, whatever the hell that is. I ate some so-so pizza, saw a bunch of dogs, ogled a bunch of women, and watched about 30 minutes of an okay New Orleans funk band called Trombone Shorty. Jaybee called while I was there, and later when I got home, I called her back and we caught up. Her and the Boy Husband are doing well, and she's still lonely, bless her heart.
Following that, I stopped by Rouse's and Matassa's for supplies, and made me and the Roommate some burritos. It's a damn shame when the best Tex-Mex I can find in New Orleans is the stuff I make. I watched The Night Stalker again and, later, watched some of the television episodes. The night was capped off with a few beers at Cosimo's and a bit more interaction with the regulars. Slowly but surely.
In a fairly gloomy mood and I think I've lost my 15-year-old George Jones shirt. Ah, well.
The day started rather late with a phone call from Momma concerning the birth certificate. Apparently, she's found the original but is ordering me another. I don't quite understand, but apparently I'll get one or the other sometime next week. I didn't really get moving until almost four or so, and then I went out on a book crawl. I didn't find anything I wanted - though I almost bought yet another copy of The Illuminatus Trilogy and I, Claudius - so I found what I needed at the library. I've started with Anno Dracula, which isn't bad so far.
After that, I went to Lafayette Square for "Wednesdays In The Square". Sort of your typical weekly arts-and-music to-do put on by the Young Leadership Council, whatever the hell that is. I ate some so-so pizza, saw a bunch of dogs, ogled a bunch of women, and watched about 30 minutes of an okay New Orleans funk band called Trombone Shorty. Jaybee called while I was there, and later when I got home, I called her back and we caught up. Her and the Boy Husband are doing well, and she's still lonely, bless her heart.
Following that, I stopped by Rouse's and Matassa's for supplies, and made me and the Roommate some burritos. It's a damn shame when the best Tex-Mex I can find in New Orleans is the stuff I make. I watched The Night Stalker again and, later, watched some of the television episodes. The night was capped off with a few beers at Cosimo's and a bit more interaction with the regulars. Slowly but surely.
In a fairly gloomy mood and I think I've lost my 15-year-old George Jones shirt. Ah, well.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
March 22-23, 2010
I forgot to write last night. I'm not really enjoying doing this, honestly. I thought maybe keeping this journal would get me interested in writing again, but I am not in the least. There's nothing about writing that interests me one bit. Anyhow.
Monday was nothing interesting. I worked with Junior and Sis, not a particularly heavy night but a little business. I went to Cosimo's afterwards for a couple of beers and had a nice chat with the lesbian bartender about the Truckers and how bad working at a music club sucks. Other than that, I downloaded the new Texas Tornados album, Esta Bueno and Trent Sumnar's Horseshoes And Hand Grenades. Both started off pretty strong but dropped off rapidly in quality after the second or third song. The latter especially, woo boy.
I got up early-ish to go to Chalmette to get my driver's license. However, when I got there, the lady told me I needed my actual birth certificate rather the copy. I'd also forgotten my Social Security card, but by that point it was too late. That sort of pissed me off, because I am sure the first lady told me I needed merely a copy, but c'est la vie.
I came back home, took a nap, knocked out the laundry, ate a calzone at Rotolo's, and watched Watchmen. I didn't hate it as much as I figured I would, but it was definitely way too much weepy emo superhero brouhaha. I'd considered writing something about the lack of real superheroes, but as I said, I don't give a shit about writing.
Zoot.
Monday was nothing interesting. I worked with Junior and Sis, not a particularly heavy night but a little business. I went to Cosimo's afterwards for a couple of beers and had a nice chat with the lesbian bartender about the Truckers and how bad working at a music club sucks. Other than that, I downloaded the new Texas Tornados album, Esta Bueno and Trent Sumnar's Horseshoes And Hand Grenades. Both started off pretty strong but dropped off rapidly in quality after the second or third song. The latter especially, woo boy.
I got up early-ish to go to Chalmette to get my driver's license. However, when I got there, the lady told me I needed my actual birth certificate rather the copy. I'd also forgotten my Social Security card, but by that point it was too late. That sort of pissed me off, because I am sure the first lady told me I needed merely a copy, but c'est la vie.
I came back home, took a nap, knocked out the laundry, ate a calzone at Rotolo's, and watched Watchmen. I didn't hate it as much as I figured I would, but it was definitely way too much weepy emo superhero brouhaha. I'd considered writing something about the lack of real superheroes, but as I said, I don't give a shit about writing.
Zoot.
Monday, March 22, 2010
March 19-21, 2010
Okay, so I didn't update for two days. I did, however, think about it, and that should count for something. No? Oh, well, like you really care. Anyhow.
The Truckers came and went, and it was a blast. It was nice seeing Craig and Damon and Shawna and Johnny Z. and Patterson and Brad and Pudd again. It was fun meeting some other Trucker fans. And hey, the plethora of hot drunk girls to screw with, always a pleasure. Plus, I got stoned for the first time in four months, and man alive, do I miss the noble weed. Seriously, catching a buzz on beer just is not the same.
There are two types of Trucker shows: transcendental rock experiences and shows that make one wonder why they even bother. The first night was the latter, as the band was dragging and disengaged. The second night, however, they took their rock star pills and tore it up. It was one of the better shows I'd seen, even if they didn't do "Where The Devil Don't Stay". Can't have everything.
Met a number of cute drunk girls but nothing came out of it, as my tolerance for cute drunk girls is much lower than it once was. Once again, I had the awkward visit with Patterson wherein I'm never sure he actually wants to acknowledge my presence. I've felt that way ever since I quit the Job, and I wonder if it's because I simply do not care about music in the same manner that I used to - and like he still does, seemingly - or if it's because I'm not in a position to help his band out anymore. I tell Jenn this and she, of course, thinks I'm just being paranoid. So does Baby Brother and Jaybee, and they all could be right. Ah, well, in any event, it was fun.
Though I must say, I do not like the whole "hanging out on the tour bus" thing. It was neat listening to old war stories, but still. Johnny Z. and the damn yo-yo, I swear, I thought they were screwing with me over how inane that was. Then again, I could've been just stoned.
Today, I drug around. Staying out way past my bedtime and smoking rock-star weed for two nights hand running didn't necessarily kick my ass, but it certainly did me little good. Work was okay, though, as we got a new guy on and he's seven shades of awesome. Hands on, learns quick and very cool. Sis called him the "Zen master", and that's apt. We did almost $1300 and it seemed like nothing. The roommate's got promising news on the job front. Days at a titty bar, but work's work.
Other than that, Mozart is telling me it's bedtime.
The Truckers came and went, and it was a blast. It was nice seeing Craig and Damon and Shawna and Johnny Z. and Patterson and Brad and Pudd again. It was fun meeting some other Trucker fans. And hey, the plethora of hot drunk girls to screw with, always a pleasure. Plus, I got stoned for the first time in four months, and man alive, do I miss the noble weed. Seriously, catching a buzz on beer just is not the same.
There are two types of Trucker shows: transcendental rock experiences and shows that make one wonder why they even bother. The first night was the latter, as the band was dragging and disengaged. The second night, however, they took their rock star pills and tore it up. It was one of the better shows I'd seen, even if they didn't do "Where The Devil Don't Stay". Can't have everything.
Met a number of cute drunk girls but nothing came out of it, as my tolerance for cute drunk girls is much lower than it once was. Once again, I had the awkward visit with Patterson wherein I'm never sure he actually wants to acknowledge my presence. I've felt that way ever since I quit the Job, and I wonder if it's because I simply do not care about music in the same manner that I used to - and like he still does, seemingly - or if it's because I'm not in a position to help his band out anymore. I tell Jenn this and she, of course, thinks I'm just being paranoid. So does Baby Brother and Jaybee, and they all could be right. Ah, well, in any event, it was fun.
Though I must say, I do not like the whole "hanging out on the tour bus" thing. It was neat listening to old war stories, but still. Johnny Z. and the damn yo-yo, I swear, I thought they were screwing with me over how inane that was. Then again, I could've been just stoned.
Today, I drug around. Staying out way past my bedtime and smoking rock-star weed for two nights hand running didn't necessarily kick my ass, but it certainly did me little good. Work was okay, though, as we got a new guy on and he's seven shades of awesome. Hands on, learns quick and very cool. Sis called him the "Zen master", and that's apt. We did almost $1300 and it seemed like nothing. The roommate's got promising news on the job front. Days at a titty bar, but work's work.
Other than that, Mozart is telling me it's bedtime.
Friday, March 19, 2010
May 18, 2010
Man, am I drunk. 'Course, I have been much drunker in my time, but this is as drunk as I've been since I quit drinking. Anyhow. What a day. Went into work at 4:30 p.m., and Sissy wasn't there. No worries, I do what I do and when 5:30 rolls around, she's still not there. I'm just about calling Boss Man when Sissy's boyfriend calls and says she's in the can. Says she got picked up driving with a suspended license. Long story short, I work the $1300 shift myself and she's done for. Boss Man's brother-in-law comes in about 9:30 to do some dishes, and that helps out immensely. Plus, I talk to the Boss Man about my prep cook idea, he's cool with it, plus he gives me a quarter raise. Helluva day.
I go to Cosimo's afterwards and have a fairly entertaining evening talking with some dude about food throughout history and the cute black bartender chick about this and that. She works for the news station down the street as an assistant producer. Something to keep in mind.
Got the next two days off, and the Truckers are in town. Jenn is helping a poor boy out, so I might not be able to update. As for right now, Perry Mason is raising hell on my tv and it's time for bed.
I go to Cosimo's afterwards and have a fairly entertaining evening talking with some dude about food throughout history and the cute black bartender chick about this and that. She works for the news station down the street as an assistant producer. Something to keep in mind.
Got the next two days off, and the Truckers are in town. Jenn is helping a poor boy out, so I might not be able to update. As for right now, Perry Mason is raising hell on my tv and it's time for bed.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
March 17, 2010
I forgot again. Well, I remembered after I'd shut off the computer and got into bed, but didn't feel like booting the damn thing up again. In any event, not a whole lot to report. Day six in a seven-day run and I worked with Sissy. She's getting better, though she's still slow. It was St. Patrick's Day and we had a bit of business and we didn't get out of there until almost 1 a.m. I am fucking whipped. Nothing really else to report. Had a melody in my head but I've lost it. All I remember is it sound sort of like "Whiskey On Ice". Ah, well.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
March 16, 2010
I simply could not get moving today. Sure, I made the weekly car move and knocked out some laundry, but I literally spent the rest of the day in bed. Had I my druthers, I probably would've stayed in bed until 5 p.m. or so. However, work called.
Granted, it was dead as disco tonight. No idea why, maybe the crappy weather or maybe whatever caused last week to be so busy finally ended, but Junior and I got one fairly good-sized table and two or three two-tops. I spent most of my time upstairs making jambalaya and creole sauce. I like the prep side of the gig, and I'm going to think up a proposal to the Boss Man that'd put me back in a prep cook position. Maybe something like come in at 10 in the morning, prep for however long, do the stock and then help out on the line. It all sort of depends on whether or not he buys the joint, as there's a whole lot not getting done now and I'm sure he and the Big Man will be much busier once the deal goes down. We'll study on it and see.
Otherwise, not much to report. Rainy and cold today, and it's supposed to stay that way through tomorrow. I went to Cosimo's after work, and had a dude named Jim come up to me to express his interest in my coming there to read. Speaking of reading, I read some Harlan Ellison at the laundry mat and started I, Claudius this evening. I liked the former but I really like the latter. Library books, but I may have to break down and buy a copy of both I, Claudius and Claudius The God at some point.
Beyond that, I think the Cat is going back into heat as she's being inordinately friendly and seeking of affection. And with that pleasant note, my toast is done.
Granted, it was dead as disco tonight. No idea why, maybe the crappy weather or maybe whatever caused last week to be so busy finally ended, but Junior and I got one fairly good-sized table and two or three two-tops. I spent most of my time upstairs making jambalaya and creole sauce. I like the prep side of the gig, and I'm going to think up a proposal to the Boss Man that'd put me back in a prep cook position. Maybe something like come in at 10 in the morning, prep for however long, do the stock and then help out on the line. It all sort of depends on whether or not he buys the joint, as there's a whole lot not getting done now and I'm sure he and the Big Man will be much busier once the deal goes down. We'll study on it and see.
Otherwise, not much to report. Rainy and cold today, and it's supposed to stay that way through tomorrow. I went to Cosimo's after work, and had a dude named Jim come up to me to express his interest in my coming there to read. Speaking of reading, I read some Harlan Ellison at the laundry mat and started I, Claudius this evening. I liked the former but I really like the latter. Library books, but I may have to break down and buy a copy of both I, Claudius and Claudius The God at some point.
Beyond that, I think the Cat is going back into heat as she's being inordinately friendly and seeking of affection. And with that pleasant note, my toast is done.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
March 15, 2010
And we've come to the end of another day. Not a whole lot to report. We had a pretty busy night at work, but by the time I got off Bourbon Street was fairly dead. Worked with Junior and it all went fairly well. Nothing really interesting to report, honestly.
I did answer a question for Jess R. about how I picked the day to move and, especially,how to stick to it. That's the second or third time I've been asked that, and I honestly don't know how to answer it. I just did it. When I decide to do something and I really want to do that thing, it gets done. Hell, to be quite honest, I think I made the move just to have something to do with myself instead of sitting around, smoking weed and hating my life. If I could've found someone who wanted to be with me, I wouldn't have left Athens. As it was, I moved mainly because I had nothing better to do.
So I told her the whole bit about not giving yourself an out, which is true enough as it goes. Still, I wish I could think of a way of telling people that the move is not so much something to be admired but the last desperate act of an incredibly lonely and lost man. Maybe it's just me.
I didn't go out tonight after work because I need to do laundry and have a job interview tomorrow with a place in the CBD called Steve's Diner. I answered the Craigslist ad back last week when Snoop was being a butthole, but now that she's gone, I'm not quite as keen to leave the Job. It might be a day gig, but nevertheless, I think I'll stick with the current one and continue to tough it out.
And that's about it.
I did answer a question for Jess R. about how I picked the day to move and, especially,how to stick to it. That's the second or third time I've been asked that, and I honestly don't know how to answer it. I just did it. When I decide to do something and I really want to do that thing, it gets done. Hell, to be quite honest, I think I made the move just to have something to do with myself instead of sitting around, smoking weed and hating my life. If I could've found someone who wanted to be with me, I wouldn't have left Athens. As it was, I moved mainly because I had nothing better to do.
So I told her the whole bit about not giving yourself an out, which is true enough as it goes. Still, I wish I could think of a way of telling people that the move is not so much something to be admired but the last desperate act of an incredibly lonely and lost man. Maybe it's just me.
I didn't go out tonight after work because I need to do laundry and have a job interview tomorrow with a place in the CBD called Steve's Diner. I answered the Craigslist ad back last week when Snoop was being a butthole, but now that she's gone, I'm not quite as keen to leave the Job. It might be a day gig, but nevertheless, I think I'll stick with the current one and continue to tough it out.
And that's about it.
Monday, March 15, 2010
March 14, 2010
The second time in a row I forgot. 'Course I did get a little lit up last night.
Another gorgeous day I have to work. It was just me and Sissy tonight, and it was pretty damn busy. We were steady until about sixish, and then we got a dozen four and six tops. The long and short of it was, basically, I had to cook everything while Sissy ran errands and made salads. She did a pretty good job, though, and we got everything out relatively quickly. Much as I hate to admit it, with Snoop gone, I've got less stress on me and less reason to loathe the job.
Went to Cosimo's afterwards and drank a few. I have become an extremely cheap drunk. Three Dixies, an accidental PBR (bartender's fault, the stuff is nasty) and I was basically too lit up to continue reading Graham Greene's novelization of The Third Man, which is pretty good. I sat up watching a "Jeeves & Wooster" disc to sober up enough so's I could sleep without waking up with a hangover.
And that's ballgame. Hopefully, I won't forget to record this evening's scintillating occurrences before I go to bed tonight.
Another gorgeous day I have to work. It was just me and Sissy tonight, and it was pretty damn busy. We were steady until about sixish, and then we got a dozen four and six tops. The long and short of it was, basically, I had to cook everything while Sissy ran errands and made salads. She did a pretty good job, though, and we got everything out relatively quickly. Much as I hate to admit it, with Snoop gone, I've got less stress on me and less reason to loathe the job.
Went to Cosimo's afterwards and drank a few. I have become an extremely cheap drunk. Three Dixies, an accidental PBR (bartender's fault, the stuff is nasty) and I was basically too lit up to continue reading Graham Greene's novelization of The Third Man, which is pretty good. I sat up watching a "Jeeves & Wooster" disc to sober up enough so's I could sleep without waking up with a hangover.
And that's ballgame. Hopefully, I won't forget to record this evening's scintillating occurrences before I go to bed tonight.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
March 13, 2010
I forgot to do this last night, so I'll do it now before I got to work.
Interesting day. Snoop did get fired and we all got a talk about not doing drugs on shift. I'm a bit conflicted. On one end, I hate it when anyone gets fired and she was a good cook. On the other, she did contribute to my stress level and apparently this was the second time in a month she'd been caught smoking on the job. I remain neutral in the whole thing, and in any event, that's one thorn out of my side.
Otherwise, the day went on. I cooked with the new girl, henceforth known as Tonya, and she basically watched as me and the Bossman handled at $2700 evening. He was okay until his roommate, Jo-Jo, told him his (the Bossman) ex had been texting him (Jo-Jo), and then he (the Bossman) sunk like a stone. Perhaps I'm just cynical and bitter, but there is a time and place for such things and it's not while it's busy.
Talked to Baby Brother in the morning and wished him a happy birthday. The day was beautiful, if a bit windy and cool, and I saw some folks dancing in step on Bourbon walking home, though I wouldn't swear they were well-practiced. I finished the night by watching Monkey Business, and the Daylight Savings changed kicked my ass.
That's all.
Interesting day. Snoop did get fired and we all got a talk about not doing drugs on shift. I'm a bit conflicted. On one end, I hate it when anyone gets fired and she was a good cook. On the other, she did contribute to my stress level and apparently this was the second time in a month she'd been caught smoking on the job. I remain neutral in the whole thing, and in any event, that's one thorn out of my side.
Otherwise, the day went on. I cooked with the new girl, henceforth known as Tonya, and she basically watched as me and the Bossman handled at $2700 evening. He was okay until his roommate, Jo-Jo, told him his (the Bossman) ex had been texting him (Jo-Jo), and then he (the Bossman) sunk like a stone. Perhaps I'm just cynical and bitter, but there is a time and place for such things and it's not while it's busy.
Talked to Baby Brother in the morning and wished him a happy birthday. The day was beautiful, if a bit windy and cool, and I saw some folks dancing in step on Bourbon walking home, though I wouldn't swear they were well-practiced. I finished the night by watching Monkey Business, and the Daylight Savings changed kicked my ass.
That's all.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
March 12, 2010
Another day. Went to work at two, got off at one. Not really busy, but we got a new dishwasher and he sort of left a mess when he got off. Not his fault, though, as per company policy, no one really trained him. I worked with Snoop. She was pulling the contempt shit earlier in the shift but warmed up as the evening wore on. Who knows why.
Strange thing happened, though. We closed at 11:30, her the kitchen and me the dishroom. Around about 12:30 or so, I smelled a very familiar smell. Now, Snoop smokes and apparently smokes tons of the good shit, and sometime around 8 or so, she slipped off to, I can only assume, indulge. Fair enough. Now, an hour after closing, I smell the smell and think nothing of it. She don't share with me, so fuck do I care. Anyhow, about 15 minutes the Big Man comes in and basically says he's going to have to can her.
Now. Whether or not he does, I don't know. Soon as I got done and saw she only had a couple more minutes to finish, I split. As I have intimated, Snoop does not like this poor country boy, and since I haven't done anything to her or said anything about her to deserve her scorn, I couldn't give a shit. The only problem is the warm-and-cold bullshit and the fact that she ain't got the stones to be a butthole to my face, she just shit-talks me when I'm not around. I won't lie, it'd make some of my evenings much less tedious were she gone, but I'd hate for anyone to get fired over that. So, I am Switzerland in this particular kerfluffle. That all being said, why in the holy blue hell did she decide to toke up an hour after closing and not way 20 minutes so she could smoke in peace at home?
Anyhow. As I was leaving work, a dude was sleeping in the doorway. Drunk as a preacher he was, so we suggested he head down to the River and sleep there. Also, my DVD's arrived today, so I not have movies. I'm about due for a Marx fix anyway. I rounded out the evening by buying Marcus an Amazon gift certificate for his birthday. All in all, not a bad day, such as it was.
Strange thing happened, though. We closed at 11:30, her the kitchen and me the dishroom. Around about 12:30 or so, I smelled a very familiar smell. Now, Snoop smokes and apparently smokes tons of the good shit, and sometime around 8 or so, she slipped off to, I can only assume, indulge. Fair enough. Now, an hour after closing, I smell the smell and think nothing of it. She don't share with me, so fuck do I care. Anyhow, about 15 minutes the Big Man comes in and basically says he's going to have to can her.
Now. Whether or not he does, I don't know. Soon as I got done and saw she only had a couple more minutes to finish, I split. As I have intimated, Snoop does not like this poor country boy, and since I haven't done anything to her or said anything about her to deserve her scorn, I couldn't give a shit. The only problem is the warm-and-cold bullshit and the fact that she ain't got the stones to be a butthole to my face, she just shit-talks me when I'm not around. I won't lie, it'd make some of my evenings much less tedious were she gone, but I'd hate for anyone to get fired over that. So, I am Switzerland in this particular kerfluffle. That all being said, why in the holy blue hell did she decide to toke up an hour after closing and not way 20 minutes so she could smoke in peace at home?
Anyhow. As I was leaving work, a dude was sleeping in the doorway. Drunk as a preacher he was, so we suggested he head down to the River and sleep there. Also, my DVD's arrived today, so I not have movies. I'm about due for a Marx fix anyway. I rounded out the evening by buying Marcus an Amazon gift certificate for his birthday. All in all, not a bad day, such as it was.
Friday, March 12, 2010
March 11, 2010
Big day. Drove out to the DMV in Westbank only to learn they not only did they not do tags or registration, but I couldn't get my license without a certified copy of my birth certificate. So, I called Momma and talked to her for bit. She said she'd get the birth certificate arranged and we chatted for a while. I wound up driving out to Chalmette and got my tag, registration and "brake tag" (inspection sticker). All in all, it cost me about $130, but at least that's out of the way. I'll get my license sometime next week or whenever the birth certificate came.
The DMV and Chalmette was an interesting experience. Guy I met at The First Job named Tommy said he came from Chalmette and it was the "redneck" part of New Orleans. I see what he means. Very North Georgia/North Alabama with all sorts of ports and industrial plants belching smoke and toxins. Ah, ain't that America.
After getting back to the Quarter, I went and got a library card. I'd been meaning to do it, so I just knocked it out. The library's not as good as the one in Gainesville - and I wonder if I'll ever find a library that good again - but it's comparable to Athens. Lots of folks looking for work via the internet and a helluva lot of folks who're there 'cause they've got nowhere else to go. Lots of books are marked as "damaged by Katrina" which is sort of heartbreaking. I picked out a couple of books, including a novelization of The Third Man, a Harlan Ellison collection, I, Claudius and a book called Bridge Of Birds by Barry Hughart. The latter is basically Pratchett-esque detective novel set in ancient China, and it's pretty good. I've plowed through about a third of it this evening, and I wouldn't be surprised if I finish it before the weekend's out.
I also apparently left the dad-blamed door unlocked when I went to the library, so it was open to God and everybody for about two hours this afternoon. Luckily, none of the critters escaped nor did anyone come in and take stuff. I'm assuming the Roomie didn't come back before she came in this evening, and it's possible the property manager came by for some reason, as he's left the door open before. But it was probably me, though I could've sworn I locked the damn thing. My short-term memory's worse than when I was smoking copious amounts of weed on a regular basis, and it's starting to get irritating. Life's tedious enough without having to pay that close attention to every little detail.
That's about it. I stayed in tonight and read, and I'm calling it a relatively early night. Got work this week, just me and Snoop the whole three days, so I'm assuming it will be a massive bummer from start to finish. Ugh. I'm doing the Craigslist thing, but I'll be damned if I can think of anything I want to do or feel capable of doing besides cooking, and I really don't want to do that. Ah, well.
The DMV and Chalmette was an interesting experience. Guy I met at The First Job named Tommy said he came from Chalmette and it was the "redneck" part of New Orleans. I see what he means. Very North Georgia/North Alabama with all sorts of ports and industrial plants belching smoke and toxins. Ah, ain't that America.
After getting back to the Quarter, I went and got a library card. I'd been meaning to do it, so I just knocked it out. The library's not as good as the one in Gainesville - and I wonder if I'll ever find a library that good again - but it's comparable to Athens. Lots of folks looking for work via the internet and a helluva lot of folks who're there 'cause they've got nowhere else to go. Lots of books are marked as "damaged by Katrina" which is sort of heartbreaking. I picked out a couple of books, including a novelization of The Third Man, a Harlan Ellison collection, I, Claudius and a book called Bridge Of Birds by Barry Hughart. The latter is basically Pratchett-esque detective novel set in ancient China, and it's pretty good. I've plowed through about a third of it this evening, and I wouldn't be surprised if I finish it before the weekend's out.
I also apparently left the dad-blamed door unlocked when I went to the library, so it was open to God and everybody for about two hours this afternoon. Luckily, none of the critters escaped nor did anyone come in and take stuff. I'm assuming the Roomie didn't come back before she came in this evening, and it's possible the property manager came by for some reason, as he's left the door open before. But it was probably me, though I could've sworn I locked the damn thing. My short-term memory's worse than when I was smoking copious amounts of weed on a regular basis, and it's starting to get irritating. Life's tedious enough without having to pay that close attention to every little detail.
That's about it. I stayed in tonight and read, and I'm calling it a relatively early night. Got work this week, just me and Snoop the whole three days, so I'm assuming it will be a massive bummer from start to finish. Ugh. I'm doing the Craigslist thing, but I'll be damned if I can think of anything I want to do or feel capable of doing besides cooking, and I really don't want to do that. Ah, well.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
March 11, 2010
Had today off, but I managed to get a bunch done. Knocked out the laundry, went to the bank, and cleaned both my room and the bathroom. The Roomie's out of town, so I had the place to myself. My dumbass forgot to take the trash out at Work last night, and didn't think of it until I heard the garbage truck on Rampart, so I went back at 4 a.m. Between that and Snoop's renewed shitty attitude has me discombobulated about work. I do not like that job, and I'm not sure why. Maybe if I had more time off and/or weren't working so many nights - and weren't working with a gutless butthole - maybe I'd dig it more. Maybe if I had a band or something to do with my life I wouldn't care either way. Maybe if I could find someone to give me a little time and - hey, while we're dreaming - affection, I wouldn't mind so much. As for now, I don't know what in the hell I'm doing. Oh, well.
Watched The Serpent & The Rainbow, based on the book by Wade Davis, and Life Begins At 40, with Will Rogers, tonight. The latter was an enjoyable if unspectacular thirties style romantic comedy and the former was a pretty bad excuse for a horror movie. However, there were boobies in the latter, so that's nice.
And that's all she wrote.
Watched The Serpent & The Rainbow, based on the book by Wade Davis, and Life Begins At 40, with Will Rogers, tonight. The latter was an enjoyable if unspectacular thirties style romantic comedy and the former was a pretty bad excuse for a horror movie. However, there were boobies in the latter, so that's nice.
And that's all she wrote.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
March 9, 2010
Once again, the day has come and gone. The seventh day of a seven-day run is over, and I'm glad to see it go. Worked with Junior tonight and we had another fairly busy evening. The only problem with working with Junior is he gets tense and bitchy when we get more than one table at a time. Chalk it up to youth, I suppose.
Went to Cosimo's for a couple beers after work and saw one of the bartenders bitch another out. I think it got me a free beer. Otherwise, that's it and I don't feel like writing anymore. I got the next two days off and I might, just might, do something besides laundry.
Take it easy.
Went to Cosimo's for a couple beers after work and saw one of the bartenders bitch another out. I think it got me a free beer. Otherwise, that's it and I don't feel like writing anymore. I got the next two days off and I might, just might, do something besides laundry.
Take it easy.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
March 8, 2010
Didn't expect tonight to be as busy as it was, but after a fairly dull first two hours we had plenty business. Worked with Junior, Sis and the New Guy, and all in all a relatively pleasant evening. That being said, I've spent the past hour or so checking Craigslist for a new gig. We get a little business and Junior gets stressed out. Between that, Snoop's shit-ass attitude, the relative lack of any sort of direction, and the general negative tension that place swims in on top of the total lack of fun I'm having in the Big Dirty, I just do not enjoy my days. Feh.
Otherwise, nothing interesting today. I had to knock off some laundry this morning. The Roomie's off visiting with the Boyfriend for the next couple days. The weather's taking a shitty turn and it's supposed to rain until Friday and right through my days off, of course. I came home after work and skipped the bar thing because it was pushing midnight.
So, today's fun ends with popcorn and Adult Swim. The hell am I doing with myself?
Otherwise, nothing interesting today. I had to knock off some laundry this morning. The Roomie's off visiting with the Boyfriend for the next couple days. The weather's taking a shitty turn and it's supposed to rain until Friday and right through my days off, of course. I came home after work and skipped the bar thing because it was pushing midnight.
So, today's fun ends with popcorn and Adult Swim. The hell am I doing with myself?
Monday, March 8, 2010
March 7, 2010
And we come to the end of another day. Again, there was work, but it was dead, dead, dead. Apart from a bit of business during the shift change, I think we might've had three tables all evening. Worked with Snoop, and she was pulling her "I'm not speaking to you, insect" thing and Elvis knows why. As Jaybee has so wisely put it many a time, "I'm so over it," so nuts to her. I ain't got to see her again until Friday.
Otherwise, nothing at all to report. Beautiful day, and I was of course so whipped I laid around in bed until almost 45 minutes until I had to go in. This night shift shit is getting old, old, old. I did not move to New Orleans so I could do nothing but work and sleep. I did go to Cosimo's after work, caught a good buzz off four beers and started The Name Of The Rose. I've already read it, but I'm bored with The Templar Revelation yet want to read more about turn-of-the-first-millennium religious conflicts, and nothing on my to-read pile draws interest. While at the bar, I wrote some gibberish in my composition notebook I always carry around concerning the Bucky Fuller quotes I mentioned yesterday. It's sort of depressing to note, however, that the only other writing in that notebook is the directions to New Orleans from my October house-hunting visit.
Now, I'm sitting up, waiting for my hair to dry, watching "QI" on YouTube, and telling myself to not stay up all night. And that's that.
Today's new bit of information: There's something called "Graham's number". Who Graham is and why figured it out is not important right now, but what is interesting is that the observable universe is too small to contain a digital representation of Graham's number, even if each number was the size of a Planck's volume, which is the smallest size a thing can be before it turns to quantum fuzziness. And, it ends in a "7".
Otherwise, nothing at all to report. Beautiful day, and I was of course so whipped I laid around in bed until almost 45 minutes until I had to go in. This night shift shit is getting old, old, old. I did not move to New Orleans so I could do nothing but work and sleep. I did go to Cosimo's after work, caught a good buzz off four beers and started The Name Of The Rose. I've already read it, but I'm bored with The Templar Revelation yet want to read more about turn-of-the-first-millennium religious conflicts, and nothing on my to-read pile draws interest. While at the bar, I wrote some gibberish in my composition notebook I always carry around concerning the Bucky Fuller quotes I mentioned yesterday. It's sort of depressing to note, however, that the only other writing in that notebook is the directions to New Orleans from my October house-hunting visit.
Now, I'm sitting up, waiting for my hair to dry, watching "QI" on YouTube, and telling myself to not stay up all night. And that's that.
Today's new bit of information: There's something called "Graham's number". Who Graham is and why figured it out is not important right now, but what is interesting is that the observable universe is too small to contain a digital representation of Graham's number, even if each number was the size of a Planck's volume, which is the smallest size a thing can be before it turns to quantum fuzziness. And, it ends in a "7".
Sunday, March 7, 2010
March 6, 2010
Another day has come and gone, and as usual, nothing terribly interesting happened today. I wound up getting up around 6 a.m. to go get my pans, before we opened and before the notorious Asian Ladies got their hands on them. The lady who washes the dishes during the day saw me go in and apparently snitched on me to the Bossman. I told the Big Man I figured it was the lesser of two evils, which he understood, but he said that if nothing else, don't let anyone see me the next time. In any event, I brought the damn pans home with me tonight.
Work was fairly brutal, but I sort of enjoyed myself, more or less. I went in at one, did some prep for the new menu and joined Snoop around three or so. She was in a fairly decent mood until about five or six, and then some serious sand got up her butt about something. I think it had to do with her old lady, but who knows. I wouldn't even give it a second thought except she got Junior all bent out of shape talking trash under her breath the ways she does from time to time. He was already high strung about something, and we had a fairly involved discussion about the Tao Te Ching, Epictetus and the value of therapy.
And in any event, the night was rough enough without her sandy butthole and his nervous tension. We got rocked and slammed from about six until right up to closing time at 11. At one point, we had a 32 top walk in, made up of mostly teenagers. Plus, the Third Server screwed up left and right. That boy's squirrelly. I don't mind the business or work so much, but goddamn, that place gets tense awful quick. And I've got to go back in tomorrow and do it all over again. Hopefully, it'll be a typical Sunday and be slow, as I don't have a day off until Wednesday.
I still don't much care for this job, but it's as good as any other option right now. It wouldn't be so bad if the place ran a little smoother and my co-workers weren't such, to be blunt, children in their social interactions. It doesn't matter how much I have to do or how busy it is or even what I have to do, I'd rather do it alone. Maybe I'm spoiled from the five years down in the Basement, but I don't really like working with people.
I was kicking around the idea of doing a little writing tonight on the Other Blog on Bucky Fuller's "I seem to be a verb" quote and how I seem to not be much of nothing, but I'm all of the sudden exhausted. Furthermore, I'm not sure if I want to be having That Discussion again with the usual suspects. I really do think my nearest and dearest don't hear anything but a cry for attention when I go off about how useless to the universe I feel all the time. Hell, maybe they're right.
In any event, so much for all that.
Work was fairly brutal, but I sort of enjoyed myself, more or less. I went in at one, did some prep for the new menu and joined Snoop around three or so. She was in a fairly decent mood until about five or six, and then some serious sand got up her butt about something. I think it had to do with her old lady, but who knows. I wouldn't even give it a second thought except she got Junior all bent out of shape talking trash under her breath the ways she does from time to time. He was already high strung about something, and we had a fairly involved discussion about the Tao Te Ching, Epictetus and the value of therapy.
And in any event, the night was rough enough without her sandy butthole and his nervous tension. We got rocked and slammed from about six until right up to closing time at 11. At one point, we had a 32 top walk in, made up of mostly teenagers. Plus, the Third Server screwed up left and right. That boy's squirrelly. I don't mind the business or work so much, but goddamn, that place gets tense awful quick. And I've got to go back in tomorrow and do it all over again. Hopefully, it'll be a typical Sunday and be slow, as I don't have a day off until Wednesday.
I still don't much care for this job, but it's as good as any other option right now. It wouldn't be so bad if the place ran a little smoother and my co-workers weren't such, to be blunt, children in their social interactions. It doesn't matter how much I have to do or how busy it is or even what I have to do, I'd rather do it alone. Maybe I'm spoiled from the five years down in the Basement, but I don't really like working with people.
I was kicking around the idea of doing a little writing tonight on the Other Blog on Bucky Fuller's "I seem to be a verb" quote and how I seem to not be much of nothing, but I'm all of the sudden exhausted. Furthermore, I'm not sure if I want to be having That Discussion again with the usual suspects. I really do think my nearest and dearest don't hear anything but a cry for attention when I go off about how useless to the universe I feel all the time. Hell, maybe they're right.
In any event, so much for all that.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
March 5, 2010
Another day. Went to work at 1 p.m. There was a bit of business but nothing exceptional. Snoop came in at 2:30 and Junior came at around 5 because he was late. We started the new menu tonight, which included breakfast items. We were also issued personal non-stick pans, an 8-inch one and a 10-inch one, and of course I totally left mine at work. I'll catch hell for that tomorrow. Worst case scenario is I'll have to buy a new one. Just plumb slipped my mind, mainly because we wound up not using them. Oh, well. I'll go by work around 10 a.m. tomorrow and see if I can snag them, but otherwise I'll take the hit.
Otherwise, nothing interesting to report. The evening went fairly smoothly with a decent amount of business. Cut the hell out of the ring finger on my left hand slicing sausage and it hurts like a bastard. The Bossman put next week's schedule up and I'm not off until Wednesday. For some reason, we're open Thursday, which means Snoop and I are manning the joint sans Junior next weekend. That should suck.
The weather was gorgeous but not many people were out and about. I got off around 10-ish, got a burger from Yo Mama's, and went home. I didn't go out because I'm pretty whipped, but I watched two more episodes of "Sapphire & Steel". I'm getting more into and would've probably finished the disc had I not got caught up in tvtropes.com, which is probably the most addictive thing known to man.
And that's about all she wrote.
Otherwise, nothing interesting to report. The evening went fairly smoothly with a decent amount of business. Cut the hell out of the ring finger on my left hand slicing sausage and it hurts like a bastard. The Bossman put next week's schedule up and I'm not off until Wednesday. For some reason, we're open Thursday, which means Snoop and I are manning the joint sans Junior next weekend. That should suck.
The weather was gorgeous but not many people were out and about. I got off around 10-ish, got a burger from Yo Mama's, and went home. I didn't go out because I'm pretty whipped, but I watched two more episodes of "Sapphire & Steel". I'm getting more into and would've probably finished the disc had I not got caught up in tvtropes.com, which is probably the most addictive thing known to man.
And that's about all she wrote.
Friday, March 5, 2010
March 4, 2010
This is the start of a new online journal. I've not kept a journal of any kind since 1999, before I moved to Athens. Make of that what you will. This is basically a record of the incredibly mundane events of my daily life and not for public consumption. So, if you find yourself here for any reason and decide to keep reading, good for you. I'm not one to judge. Because nothing on the internet ever disappears, I will use pseudonyms and codes for different things
To start, let's determine where we are. It's March 5, 2010, and I am 34 years old. I am still single, childless, and more or less lack direction in my life. I live in New Orleans on Dumaine St. in the French Quarter, and I've been here since December. I work at a French Quarter restaurant and, for what it's worth, I don't mind it, such as it is. My parents and the bulk of my family are still in Peaceful Valley, and my brother lives in Athens with his girlfriend. Anyhow, here we go.
Woke up around 10 this morning and actually got out of bed around noon. Draggier than usual today, probably because I stayed out until 3 a.m. the night before at Cosimo's. The bartenders know me now, which is nice. I suppose. Watched "The Edge of Destruction", the third serial of the first season of "Doctor Who" today. Wasn't bad, though Carol Ann Ford overacted horribly. Had work tonight with the Bossman and Snoop. Pretty slow tonight, and I spent the evening prepping jambalaya and ribs. I trained the New Girl, but she split around seven or so. Said "something happened" with her young'un. Way the Bossman talked, that's all she for wrote for New Girl. Oh well. Snoop was friendly, continuing that trend. Why, I don't know, but there ya go.
After work, I went to Cosimo's and drank a few while reading a chapter of The Templar Revelation. On the way home, I visited with a pair of beagle dogs in someone's front yard. And that's about the long and short of it.
Yep.
To start, let's determine where we are. It's March 5, 2010, and I am 34 years old. I am still single, childless, and more or less lack direction in my life. I live in New Orleans on Dumaine St. in the French Quarter, and I've been here since December. I work at a French Quarter restaurant and, for what it's worth, I don't mind it, such as it is. My parents and the bulk of my family are still in Peaceful Valley, and my brother lives in Athens with his girlfriend. Anyhow, here we go.
Woke up around 10 this morning and actually got out of bed around noon. Draggier than usual today, probably because I stayed out until 3 a.m. the night before at Cosimo's. The bartenders know me now, which is nice. I suppose. Watched "The Edge of Destruction", the third serial of the first season of "Doctor Who" today. Wasn't bad, though Carol Ann Ford overacted horribly. Had work tonight with the Bossman and Snoop. Pretty slow tonight, and I spent the evening prepping jambalaya and ribs. I trained the New Girl, but she split around seven or so. Said "something happened" with her young'un. Way the Bossman talked, that's all she for wrote for New Girl. Oh well. Snoop was friendly, continuing that trend. Why, I don't know, but there ya go.
After work, I went to Cosimo's and drank a few while reading a chapter of The Templar Revelation. On the way home, I visited with a pair of beagle dogs in someone's front yard. And that's about the long and short of it.
Yep.
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