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On Guilt and Innocence


  • What in the fuck am I doing here? What kind of sick and twisted life did I fall into that would cause me to spend some of the best hours of my life in a cryptlike room full of cameras, hot lights and fearful politicians debating the guilt or innocence of Richard Milhous Nixon?"

    - Hunter S. Thompson, "The Great Shark Hunt"

    Here you will find a sometime humorous or pensive recounting of my daily life as well as occasionally my thoughts on current events, and whatever I'm reading, watching, or listening to lately. The title, if you haven't figured out, comes from the Hunter S. Thompson quote above and is something you may find me saying if I ever actually end up as a political journalist.

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July 30, 2005

I'd never thought of myself as one of those girls with a ton of shoes...

But I am totally intrigued by the new Converse slip-on Chuck's. However, with a price-tag of forty-five dollars, I'm not sure I'm willing to indulge. Plus, they would be my fourth pair of chucks, which is begging to seem excessive. And I saw these cool black silk ones with embroidery at the Journey's in the mall... It's becoming clear that I may have a problem. Yes, my friends I am addicted to Chuck Taylors. And after I told myself I was going to stop buying them when Nike bought out converse! But so many styles...

July 21, 2005

Wild Dreams

I just found the most ineresting (and expensive) collection on Amazon.

The next time I have eight thousand to blow... Do you think I could fit them all in one dorm room?

July 18, 2005

SOS

Working at this restaurant may be the death of me STOP

I've worked two twelve-hour shifts in a row STOP

And swept all of palace by myself last night STOP

Also, when rumors start to remind you of high school, you've worked somewhere too long STOP

I will post something more coherent soon, maybe before the end of my ten-day marathon STOP

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July 16, 2005

Dispatches from the Restaurant

As you may have noticed, I am miserable at keeping this updated while I'm working. This may be attributed to the fact that, on average, I've been working fifty-five hours a week and when I'm not working I'm generally asleep or desperately trying to salvage my social life. Anway here are some anecdotes: Yesterday a penis walked into work.

Okay, truth be told, it wasn't yesterday because I haven't worked since Sunday, as I got my wisdom teeth pulled on Monday, but a penis did walk into work. I was serving in the back of caves, when I look up and I saw what at first seemed to be a guy wearing a bunch of trash bags. Upon closer look, I realized the trash bags were strategically placed and inflated to create a giant penis costume. And my only reaction to this? I thought, "This is a family restaurant." He went up into balconies and a few minutes later security went up there and I saw no more of the penis costume, so I believe they made him take it off.

Other than that, I've served two tables from KU in the past week. I did not, however, spit in their food, though I did accidently spill some taco salad all over one table, and both tipped me well. Other than that, Casa Bonita has just been ridiculously understaffed. We had two girls walk out in one night, another new trainee quit, and one more girl get fired, so by Sunday night we were six servers short, so it seemed like everyone was serving at least a section and a half.

This server shortage also resulted in Rob not giving me the days I needed off to get my wisdom teeth pulled, so I had to call, wait twenty minutes for Gianni to pick up the phone, before we had a twenty minute conversation about me not coming in. However, I think I still have a job on Friday.

Other than that, getting my wisdom teeth out hasn't been so bad. They swell some, so I do vaguely resemble a chipmunk, but the pain hasn't been too bad and I've watched a lot of movies and the West Wing.

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