For any of this post to make sense you’re going to need to flash back to this lovely post from last month: “Do You Want Basic White Girls? Because This is How You Get Basic White Girls!” TL;DR: Someone randomly left a case of White Claw on my doorstep and I still have no idea
Alright people- this is happening. Frankly, it’s been a long time coming. I’ve been working in restaurants for over four years now and, for the most part, I’ve kept my server rage to myself. A lot of times I’ll think about writing something in the moment and then I don’t end up doing it because
Ya’ll we are living in some strange times and just when you think things can’t get weirder- they do. Anyone who knows me knows that I have very strong feelings about alcohol… in that I love me some alcohol… I mean, as a bartender I have a healthy respect for alcohol and all the magic
It shouldn’t really be a surprise to anyone but… my cruise got cancelled. I was really holding out hope that we’d be sailing in May but when the CDC extended their “no sail” guidelines another 100 days it was pretty much a given that I wouldn’t be sipping colorful drinks on a ship deck anytime
Whelp, here I am. Jobless. As of last night, I worked my final shift at the restaurant until further notice. With the theme parks closed and the hotels closing tomorrow, there are just no people. As a result, hours have been drastically cut for everyone. Some of us were just a little less lucky than
There’s nothing like a touch of the flu to really get things going for you, am I right? Probably not. I’m not usually right about things. I got bitch-slapped with the plague this past weekend and it hasn’t been fun. It all started on Friday night when I was feeling a bit iffy at work.
It has been a weird week and I am fully aware that it is only Wednesday. Thankfully, aside from running some training classes, I’m free from direct human interaction for a few days. The last couple nights, however, have been a completely different story and while I don’t normally talk about work stuff on here
When you’re a kid, you’re allowed to dream big. Hell, you’re encouraged to dream big. It when we start to get older that we are told that we have to be realistic. We’re expected, when we are in our teens, to chose a path in life and study it. We’re expected, usually in the junior