2003-05-07 - 6:43 p.m.
Where do I find these idiots?
I’m going to Florida.
I’m going to Florida!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ahem*
Well, that’s the story as of now. My boss said yes, which means I can get out of this cubicle, go someplace warm and get sloshed with a good-looking man. Whee!!!!!
It’s been a good day, and it’s only just started. I know, I know, I have a whole day ahead of me, but whatever. My good day started last night as I was chatting with a friend of mine. This is the same friend with the “uncomfortable” thing. He messaged me, we talked... then he compared his girlfriend to me. Unfavorably. Hmmm... Long story short, I made some kind of crack and he told me that the girl he’s dating (he didn’t use the term “girlfriend”) isn’t funny, and that it’s bothering him. She would never say what I did, he said. Awww... my heart melted in a very odd way. I like this guy a lot, and even though I don’t think there’s much hope, my ego still enjoys that kind of compliment, even if it’s given in a roundabout way. He was basically airing his problems with this girl, but hey, I came out on top. So all is well. I had the most bizarre daydream this morning, about him taking conversion classes and then asking me to marry him. It was very odd and very sweet, and even though it’s just a daydream, it certainly started the day off well. Sigh.
Then I got to work and found out that my boss had approved my trip to Florida! It will be a little trying and busy, but hey—margaritas, baby! With a hot man.
I also saw a friend of mine last night, who was in town for business. We went out for some food, and it’s always good to talk to her. We also had a HORRIBLE waiter. This guy... oy. I mean, he wasn’t a bad waiter, but—I’ll tell the story. Cindy and I sat down, and this guy came over. He did the, “I’ve served you ladies before” schtick, and then he proceeded to give his opinion about all the beers they had. Now, to say, “This one’s my favorite” is one thing, but dude. Don’t go spouting about how light beer isn’t really beer. I don’t drink beer, so frankly, I don’t care, and if I was a light beer drinker, I’d be a little peeved. So anyway. He kept hanging around our table, cleaning off other tables. He kept coming over. Now, once is great. But twice in 5 minutes? Whatever. He probably thought I was cute. Then he came to clear our plates. Cindy hadn’t finished her brownie, and he said something about how he doesn’t like the brownie. Do we CARE? Then I asked for the check. He brought it. He put it down, and he stood there. I made some comment to CINDY about Belgian beer and European chocolate, and he ARGUED with me about it, and about why beer in Belgium is different, etc. I said to him TWICE, “I’m not arguing with you, I’m simply stating a fact,” and he starts in with, “Then explain it to me, because I’m not understanding.” I guess this guy forgot that he was my waiter and not my DATE. I mean, if you’re waiting tables, presumably you want to be tipped, right? So don’t argue with the patrons about stupid shit, don’t hang around and pretend you’re flirting, and don’t be AN ASSHOLE.
We tipped him anyway, but lower than my usual 20%. Sigh. What a turd. Oh, and his name was the same as the Piano Man’s. Grrrrreat.
But all in all, it’s been a good 15 or so hours. I hope things keep improving.
