I QUIT THE CRACK.
so there.all for now @
11:33 AM
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1.19.2005
1.13.2005
crackin' it
i think it’s high time that i write about my one-night-a-week job (and sometimes more) at the crack. what to say? where to start?-----------------------------------------------------------
well, i started this post almost two months ago—i haven’t been into work at the cb since november 30th or so—and just today (today!) a manager called and asked what my intentions are. i’m not sure what to do.
i have thought a lot about just quitting. after all, it’s only one night a week, roughly only 120 bones a month, and, after not being on the schedule for six weeks in a row, now seemed like a good time to end it. i even typed a letter of resignation and had it sealed, ready to deliver the next time i was there.
but then doug and i went to eat there a couple nights ago, and the thought of quitting did not settle very well. the next day i tore up the letter. yes working there is physically (and emotionally) draining, yes i abhor the uniform and getting covered in eight different salad dressings and coffee spills and smelling like a kitchen, yes the kids i work with care about nothing except satisfying themselves with sex and alcohol and crappy music, but there’s something about the crack. there’s just something about it. i think there has to be some kind of subliminal brainwashing that occurs during training that makes you never want to leave but also simultaneously hate the place. i mean seriously, after serving there and being gone for almost two years and then going BACK to work there again?! like a dog to its own vomit.
i do like working hard. (more than $2.14 an hour might help me like it more, but you know.) i like rushing and having to multi-task. i like the camaraderie shared among co-workers—the do or die mentality of helping one another. i even like putting on my country fresh face (and accent?!) and schmoozing with the customers—oh, excuse me—guests. i do like people—i really do, but i think part of why the job is so appealing to me is because once my black-shoed feet hit “the floor,” i am an actress. their needs are all that matters to me, and even though i may be pulling a fourteen hour day, i am all smiles and don’t have a care in the world except if they want white or brown gravy on their mashed potatoes and chicken fried steak.
i’m just not sure what to do.
my problem lately has been just sheer laziness.
maybe i’ll try to cure myself by going in tonight.
(but i doubt it.)
suggestions? comments?
by the way, here’s a list of the number codes for the cb vegetables, just in case you want to impress your server the next time you order (and i swear to you that if you ever work there, these will NEVER leave your brain—well, unless you have alzheimer’s):
1=corn
2=green beans
3=carrots
4=okra
5=turnip greens
6=coleslaw
7=pinto beans
8=mashed potatoes
8b=8 with brown gravy
8w=8 with country gravy
9=fried apples
0=dumplings
all for now @
11:43 AM
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1.12.2005
ode to my sister on the first day of her twenty-seventh year
her name means princess,
and her name fits her well;
she is so beautiful,
so regal, and one can tell
that she loves the Lord
with all her heart
her mind, her soul,
her strength
doth start to wane
and on His Name she calls
when she is weak
she allows herself to fall
into the arms of her Lover
her Husband, her King
her name forever will ring
in the hearts of those who love her
in the minds of those who know her
in the spirits of those who have felt her
love
all for now @
12:17 PM
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1.05.2005
worst lunch break of my life
so today doug and i chased that squirt of a pooch cosmo for 45 MINUTES around our part of arkadelphia. (we are doggy-sitting for our dear friends matt and kim while they attend kim's aunt's funeral.)the chase was literally like a nightmare. running but never catching, crying one-pound tears of desperation because the situation was completely out of our control...i mean we ran through SONIC (more than once) with customers and employees both trying to help, doug chased him across the HIGHWAY and pine street (during the BUSY LUNCH HOUR) and then back again...however, the bottom lines are that 1) he is safe and sound inside of our house and 2) we are so grateful that he MIRACULOUSLY escaped unharmed.
doug wasn’t so lucky, though, bless his heart. i bore witness to one of the few times he took a dive for the pup as though he were going for home base and trying to win the world series. wow. (but to no avail.) he is bruised and scraped up pretty badly.
thanks be to God for our loyal and obedient anabelle—if she wouldn’t have been around, and if cosmo wasn’t a cute little rascal who likes to follow anabelle (right into our BACKYARD, praise Be), i don’t think we would have ever had cosmo in our possession again. and then i believe a LOT of time would have to pass before matt and kim would come anywhere close to calling us friends again. the end.
all for now @
2:52 PM
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1.03.2005
favourite Christmas card received this year (I think)
Dear Rebekah,Thank you for all your help. Working with you is absolutely a delight. Best wishes in all things and merry Christmas.
Warmly,
Randall
classic.
i really don't think i've done much to help (???) dr. randall wight, but i took the compliments with chills.
doug's parents gave us an awesome printer/scanner/copier for Christmas, so i'll scan in a picture of the card later. (santa is on a surfboard, and there are japanese characters on the card.)
more later. i'm loving all the latest posts from everyone.
all for now @
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