I'm so incredibly frustrated right now. I've been in bed for two hours trying to fall asleep and all I can think about is work. It's a dinky non-important waitressing job and I'm stressed out over it. I'm stressed because it's an environment where it's perfectly okay and even normal for employees to treat each other with utter disrespect. That job doesn't suck because I have to pour coffee all day or clean up after kids who are messy. It sucks because no one respects anyone up there, including the owner. She tries hard to make sure everything goes right and most people talk bad about her as soon as she leaves the room. I know this happens in the majority of work places, but not when it's a good boss that tries hard to make everything work. The only three people I get along with are one cook, a server lady who is the nicest person on the planet and the new chick who I went to high school with. If anyone has a problem with anyone else, they have no idea how to communicate those problems to the other person. They just yell at them. Usually at really inopportune times and when they yell, they try their damndest to make sure everyone knows that they're pissed. It's like they don't even want to really solve the problem. They just like being immersed in drama. It's so uncalled for. No one likes going to work because of how shitty the atmosphere is in the kitchen. If I piss off a cook by writing something wrong, I spend the rest of my day trying to avoid them so I won't get my head chopped off. If I forget to refill something at my station, apparently the servers that come in after me have no desire to let me know I forgot. They just store that little bit of information for later use, like, oh, when I have 4 plates on my arms and 20 people in my dining room. Yeah that's really useful. I just wish I could explain how much easier that place would be for everyone if they would just work on their communication skills and stop getting so pissed off. They would so talk about me in spanish right in front of my face and use my name so that I know they're talking about me and then laugh histerically just to spite me. I really just don't get the point.
says MarissaD at 8/31/2003 02:11:00 AM
August 28, 2003
If there's one thing I miss most about living in Dallas, it's thechocolate iced, custard filled Krispy Kreme. The lemon filled looks nice too.
Attention people whose mail servers are being clogged by SoBig virus attempts that are being sent to my domain:
I know what the problem is and it involves a pregnant friend whose computer has the sobig virus. Please do not report the I.P. address to her ISP because it isn't an inentional thing and I'm going to fix the problem in the next few days.
says MarissaD at 8/25/2003 11:28:00 PM
August 22, 2003
This has been a really hectic week when it wasn't supposed to be. I'm not really in any mood to write stuff, but hi, I'm still alive. bbl.
says MarissaD at 8/22/2003 12:17:00 AM
August 18, 2003
While I should be sleeping, I'm playing with this. Thanks Amor.
Dr. Lydia Grotti goes to church with my parents. She was falsely accused of some medical things a few years ago and is still paying for it. I JUST FOUND OUT that she has a website and has her whole story. When all of this happened, the television station WFAA in Dallas ran several stories on her and called her "Dr. Death." She recently got the results from two judges in Austin and they found that everything she was accused of was false. Unfortunately, this isn't the final say. The court findings are just a suggestion to the medical board to see if she can start practicing again. You see, since this all happened, she has not been able to practice or even get a job in the medical field due to the bullshit that went down. To be as blunt as possible, she has lost everything because of the publicity that was created out of lies. She lost all money she had, spent her retirement money and has declared bankruptcy. She works at 7-11 and she's probably one of the smartest people I've ever met. I've met a lot of smart people. Anyway, I've wanted to tell her story. I've wanted to get her on the news because the media in Dallas ruined her, but she can't do that right now because she's still in the middle of other trials. She's currently suing WFAA for defamation and they still called to ask her for an interview after her case rulings were public a few weeks ago. Absurd? Slightly. Unethical and completely fucked up? Most definitely.
Please help spread the word of this injustice. Link to her story and talk about it on your sites. Help!
I have another story from work, but I don't feel like writing it right now. So far, it seems like people like the stories. If you have any huge objection to me writing stories about old people at work, you can just skip over my posts about them. *nod* I really shouldn't be awake right now.
Kim and Ali (see links to the left, don't feel like typing out links even though this is more type than that would've been) talked about what Romance is. I have to agree with them both. Nice gifts just make me nervous. I tend to lose things, so I always feel bad when someone gives me something that looks expensive. I once received these earring thingies that were from possible in-laws. I blurted out "Are these real?!?" and looked like a complete gold digging asshole. Of course that foot in the mouth was only because I was really scared that it was something too expensive and in a flash before my eyes I saw myself losing something that was of great value. Is anyone even still reading this? Lord how boring. Anyway, back to romance. One time on Dr. Phil he asked a couple what the most romantic thing their partner could do for them. The guy said her wearing sexy lingerie would be romantic. She said him doing the dishes would be romantic. I.E. being thoughtful to her needs was more romantic to her than receiving any gift. While at this point in my life, doing the dishes for me really wouldn't mean much at all, it still illustrates my stance on romance.
says MarissaD at 8/14/2003 02:10:00 AM
August 13, 2003
Oh Em Gee. I just installed Google Toolbar for the hell of it and they have this awesome little Blogger button that pops up a remote window where I can just blog away! I'm sure this is very old, but I had planned to take the Toolbar off after checking a few things, but NO WAY BABY I'M KEEPIN THIS BIOTCH!
says MarissaD at 8/13/2003 12:56:00 AM
August 12, 2003
I love that my dad vehemently insists that I watch the Osbournes and Jackass with him.
says MarissaD at 8/12/2003 10:38:00 PM
August 11, 2003
As per advice from a friend, I started keeping a little notepad with me at work so I can remember the neat little stories that always happen. I usually forget them by the time I'm home.
I've nicknamed most of my regular customers. Not all individually, but as groups mostly. My tea drinkers come in everyday at 4:45. They are all mid to upper 70's, or so, and I think most of them have known each other for 40+ years. Today they got onto the topic of the draft. They all told their stories of being shipped from West Texas to some cold ass Northern state in the middle of winter. I wouldn't imagine that would be fun. After the last story was told and the last laugh was had, there was what seemed to be an obligatory moment of silence. I was sitting there eating my chips & salsa and listening until they were all totally silent. It startled me a little and when I glanced up, they were all lost in thought. Gazing into the past towards 60 year old memories. That moment lasted probably 30 seconds and then they jumped right back into weather and stock prices. And I jumped right back into my chips & salsa.
says MarissaD at 8/11/2003 10:19:00 PM
August 09, 2003
There's a guy at work that comes in everyday, sits at the same table, drinks Tea and reads for about 2 hours. I call him my bookreader and we've become friends over the past month or so. He has shared a lot of things from his life with me. His experience as a photographer in L.A. during the 70's. His job as the newspaper routes manager. And today, the last conscious day with his wife of 34 years. He told me her eating habits and some of the things they went through while she was sick with Alzheimers. He also shared his experience of finding her unconscious in their bathroom. He showed me her drivers license that he carries in his wallet. I want to trade places with him. I want his memories of a 34 year marriage.
says MarissaD at 8/09/2003 10:20:00 PM
August 07, 2003
I kind of wish the message leaving moron would hack my site just so I wouldn't be so freakin bored. Please dude. :(
Lenore - I have a feeling I know what happened. If I'm right, it sucks, I know. AIM me sometime.
Misti, Andra, Amanda - did you guys coordinate the updates?? Geez! I almost fell out of my chair. Mist and Amanda, sorry to hear about Clayton. I'm still sort of in shock and confused... that's so weird and sad.... I'll call you soon.
I don't remember if I said I quit CamIdol or not. It was the lamest. And still hasn't been updated since July 31. Oh well, I thought it would be kind of fun.
I think I'm having post-traumatic-LAN syndrome. I still want to go back and just stay there forever. Everyday when I go to work I still think, 'comparitively speaking, this is the worst place on the face of the planet.' I noticed today that most of the old regulars at work are missing either a part of one finger, an entire finger or multiples of both. I'm not sure if that means I live in ultimate Whitetrashville or if Texans are just really bad with table saws. Actually I think it's a combination of both. Go me.
says MarissaD at 8/07/2003 11:30:00 PM
Dustin and I realized a neat talent that is only complete when combined. Much like the Transformers or Captain Planet.
says MarissaD at 8/07/2003 02:32:00 PM
August 06, 2003
To the moron who left a message on my home answering machine:
1. If you want to use a threat to get me to remove a text file about you from my website perhaps you should tell me who you are or what text file you are referring to.
2. Fuck off. Hack my site. I could careless.
Thx bye.
P.S. My mom says, "Hi! Jesus loves you!"
says MarissaD at 8/06/2003 09:56:00 PM
August 05, 2003
So my little webgame I'm playing completely sucks ass. I think three people have dropped out already. We had the first little challenge thing and it was supposed to have been voted on and the next person booted by Aug 1. -_- I'm just waiting to see if the only friend I've made through the game is going to drop out. If he does, I'll be out. I can't make decisions on my own.
I've come to the realization that I can't go on my Canada trip that was scheduled for late August. A two week trip that included a car ride with a friend and a week with some other friends whom I completely adore. We've had it planned for so long and I was hoping that I'd have the money saved up (which I almost did, until CPL), but it collapsed on me. Had a really depressing conversation with Ham about it last night and I feel really bad about bailing. I'm a bad, bad friend. -_- again.
[edit] - I just read my post after it has been up for a few hours. I apologize for the over usage of the word Basically. This error has been fixed.
CPL was absolutely amazing. I can't express how awesome the event was. Both on a personal level with meeting the staff members I hadn't met before and on a professional level with TsN doing an amazing job covering the event. It did end too quickly, but it was so worth it. TsN set new records for itself all over the board. I think we all had a great experience. More details later. Work now.
