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Unless I can get @trager up, you're the only other male, and all the females are darkie!
Edit: Don't worry, though. Unless @moirean is a super badass carnifex syssin IRL, I think I can handle these odds!
It's cool, you can keep it.
Yeah, I only hit it up during a layover that was on a Sunday, so obviously I didn't see much of it. The Hilton was pretty Hilton-y I guess.
Sign me up.
Manly times, for bro man dude things.
Loooots of molestation. I feel like I hit the jackpot in avoiding that. Don't hover around 13th and Gambell. In fact, don't go south of 6th and east of 13th if it's late and you're on foot.
Also, I think people are bringing Syphilis back in a big way up here. Watch out for that.
Perky and obviously trying hard to be uninterested in the surroundings of what could not be a park high on city council's priority list, she was 36-24-36 and looking like she needed a hand. She said yes, she would like someone to walk with, though she didn't know right where she was headed.
The night ends, all silk and warm honey. The morning is accompanied by an early riser and a sound sleeper waking alone.
The missive, delivered by electronic post a week thereafter, is the answer to his prayers.
But the doctor was confused why I was laughing at being informed of the required treatment for my genital herpes ailment.
I already had it as a child, fool doctor doesn't know you can't catch it twice? -snort-
What I want to write about here is Carl. Before I was hired, Carl's closing partner, four days out of the week, was a 22 year old girl who had never held a job before. She was, apparently, notorious for taking thrice the time to do half the work of everyone else, with a specialty in becoming catty and confrontational when called out on it. Carl is too nice a guy to rat out a lazy coworker to the manager, so his job amounts to cleaning up after her.
Carl is 44. He used to be in the Marines - I am told he was a sniper. I am not sure what happened to him while he was there but he only has the use of one eye. Three weeks before I was hired, he was hit by a car, and has a severe, crippling limp that may or may not be permanent depending on the quality of his medical care. Hell, he's black, which unfortunately in America (to say nothing of Texas) counts as a disadvantage. This job is full-time for him... and so is his other one.
This man works two jobs with severe physical impairment, pays child support for two kids, and has to spend most of his week doing his job and someone else's. Nevertheless, he is the most generous, kind, and patient man I have ever met. I hinted that I forgot my lunch on the second day of training and he bought me a to-go order of hot wings. I had to almost forcibly restrain him from buying me coffee and beer today. No matter how often I forget a simple task or screw up stocking/cleaning he goes over it with me like the mistake never happened.
As we were locking up the store, a white Cadillac screamed by. With nothing more than a casual sigh, Carl said, "Oh, that was my ride. Guess he got tired of waiting." All I have for transportation is a bicycle - I didn't even have the money to buy him a cab, so he got to limp ten miles home, at midnight, in a small southern town. I rode home in tears. I would have done anything to help him.
I don't believe in a God or any other deity, or anything, really, but Carl, I hope someone or something is out there watching out for you. If not, I will.
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I love that I always think that I've done with feeling this way - that it's how teenagers feel, that you don't get to really ever fall in love again when you become an adult - and I love that I'm always, always wrong.
I love all of you, you bastards.
Laughed so damn hard.
I remember, involve me and I
learn.
-Benjamin Franklin
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Also, love the new bikini I bought today!
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2 weeks ago, my first day, the dishwasher walked in and I immediately knew he was on something, probably meth. It was obvious, and as a previous user who has worked hard to stay clean, I know what it looks like. He ended up collapsing at work that day, and we had to call an ambulance. Severe dehydration and lack of rest. Imagine that.
Last two weeks has been better. At work everyday, normal. Today was his day off. He came in today, around noon, high as shit. I work in a small town, and this diner is frequented by quiet, very proper and polite southern people. No cussing, no dirty talk is ever heard there. He walked in, flipping off the cook and other waitress, and proceeded to cause a really huge scene, talking about the boss and how he acts when he is in a bad mood. Was, rather loudly, calling me a bitch for asking him to keep his tone down, as we had customers. My boss was at the store, and we called him. Was there in less than five minutes. He kicked him out of the store.
Later, the boss came to me and asked how comfortable I would be if this person continued working there. I honestly told him I could handle it, but I would prefer to not be around someone who is high, and causes scenes. It could have gotten violent easily, things were that heated.
He fired him right after that, saying that the well-being of his waitresses and customers outweighed his need for a job. I am to call the police if he shows back up at the diner. I feel for the guy, I do, but I also feel rather awesome that me and the other waitress were immediately defended.
I do miss y'all, though!
"The smell of dusty fur, sweet smoke, waiting and patience, a thing that time cannot kill. The moth that candles won't burn."