Current mood:	complacent
Current music:	"Adagio"--Albinoni

BLARGH!
Yep, blargh would be the word...I'm currently digging through ads on craigslist to find an apartment in NY. Some of the listings are slightly humorous. Bi-curious middle-aged woman looking for plaything/roomie? Militant vegan activist in search of quiet female to share bedroom? Riiiiiiight. Well, you never know.

Oh, and I forgot to set my alarm this morning so I didn't wake up in time to call David about a job. *pouts* GRR. Wonder if it's bad manners to call about a job on Christmas Eve...

Work was decent today. Nothing spectacular like Sunday, though. Had some lady cuss me out because I misunderstood her and brought her cajun shrimp alfredo instead of cajun chicken alfredo. Number one, bitch, SPEAK UP. Number two, why are you gonna go to a seafood restaurant and order chicken? Dude. People are just...annoying. Especially when you have to ignore their ridiculous behavior, blink, smile, and bring them extra biscuits. But things were funny cause most of us don't work tomorrow and we're closed Thursday, so we were all goofing around. Me and Guillermo waltzed down the entranceway and me and Thomas wound up singing a Carpenters song really really loudly while changing out tea pitchers in the satellite. And then Eric convinced me to do a hornpipe for table 20. They clapped pretty loudly, but I'd really rather they tip me...I tell you, the only reason I haven't been fired yet is because they keep me around for entertainment value!

Am going to some place in Charlotte called Time Lounge tonight to meet peoples from work. It at least SOUNDS decent; hopefully it's better than the standard Gastonia O'Charleys, which is where everyone from work USUALLY goes. Damn we're cool. :)

Erm...I forgot what I was gonna say.

Oh yes! My father has embarked on his yearly creation of the Miles Family Christmas Eve meal. Every year he comes up with this outrageously expensive gourmet meal to have. Every year he gets in a horrible mood while preparing it if something doesn't go exactly as planned. Every year him and my mother wind up screaming at each other over like...how many mushrooms we have...I can already smell the exotic aromas and hear the exotic *cough* language emerging from the kitchen. *sigh* God, grant me grace.

On that thought, maybe going out for a cosmopolitan or 2 isn't THAT bad of an idea. Ooh! I'm gonna wear my leather pants. Heheh. OK, just thought I'd share. :)