Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle.... (wait for it)

Holy shit she cannot really be that dumb.

That is actually what I nicknamed three people that I work with. Tweedle dee is the dumb cute one. He just isn't who he thinks he is. Or very good at anything. And it's comical.

Tweedle Dumb is the little beyotch who works occasionally 'cuz daddy has enough money to buy everyone inside the walls of JobOne. She shows up and has a smile on her face until someone questions to her as to why she hasn't quite done everything she should be doing. Then the attitude of twelve teenage girls boils up inside her and comes spewing out. It's disgusting. She has never heard of help, nor does she want it.And so, I will let her fall flat on her face without even the slightest urge to lend a hand.

THEN there is tweedle, holy crap she can't really be that dumb.
But she is. It is absolutely startling to come face to face with someone to whom "ignorance is bliss" so aptly applies. Rather, it is the very essence in which she lives her life. But she is too oblivious to know that is how she is living her life.
SUPER cute girl too. What a waste. She is very pretty and would be stepping over all of the guys to get to the top had she any (and I mean ANY) idea how to do a job.
Just, A job. But the simple task of waiting tables is lost on her. After a night with a two table section in which she forgot to greet one of her TWO tables for at least 15 minutes I asked her how her night went. She proclaimed "not bad! I had this one lady who came up and hugged me!"
Yeah, that is exactly what I wanted to know about your night. Not possibly how many guests will never come back through those doors based solely on your performance tonight.

Oh work, how you entertain me. Speaking of work. It is time. For JobTwo or a job switcheroo. I am looking to get out of the area that I am currently living in and I know that wherever I land anywhere I can wait tables. I've now seen it, I'm a master server. Great. That does not intrigue me in any sort of way. I know that I can fall back on these skills but by no means do I intend to keep fine tuning my serving skills.
No.
I must set forth on the journey to become master party planner.
So here, today along with running 5 miles. (shit, I forgot about that until just now!) I will be retouching my resume and getting on the ball.
Going to find me a job in the event planning biz. Yup Yup. (said like Ducky or Petri from Land Before Time)

Wohoo for being productive, or at least writing it down and such.
...stay tuned.



Oh also, a random rant...Feel free to not read this if you don't want to hear me bitch about something so trivial as a word. Oh wait. I love words. And so should you!
So read this and make sure you don't do these bad things! Please. (I always say I hate people, but I really just hate stupid people!)

Did you know that irregardless is actually a word now? (thank God spell check does NOT recognize it though) Or apparently has been for some time. I am furious with this. Our society is to effing lazy to tell people that it is STILL not a word and instead of correcting people we've taken the "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" mentality. Seriously Webster or Merriam? You couldn't stand hearing people say a word that isn't a word so you just go ahead and make up a word that means the exact same thing as the word they don't know how to use. Well here's one for ya. Should we start making the phrase "I couldn't care less" into "I could care less" because people are just as ignorant when it comes to paying attention to what they are saying with that phrase too...

Two jobs, Less Money?

That's not right!!! Isn't there supposed to be more money when you work a second job? Silly me, that's what I thought when I got into this whole waitressing thing. ( if you can, imagine Adam Sandler slowly working up to a scream on that last sentence)

I swore. SWORE up and down that I would never be a server. I just get flustered by people too easily. Seems contrary to my overall personality. You know, the loud, abrasive, aggressive, loud, fiery,bubbly, fun, loud, don't mess with me,tell it like it is, super happy normal part of my personality. But in a "customer is always right" setting, it's easy to feel like you can't do anything right. Especially when they get the final say in how much they tip you at the end of the night. Dangsies.
So shift number 2 at The Dock is over... and I still have less than 50 bucks in my pocket. Double dangsies. Hey it's a great learning curve, sure. And I suppose not everyone makes hundreds of dollars in their first week at a new job... Bubba. (He's been a server for two years, and kicking ass at his new job, where they said they'd never hire him. )( Never say never should be the real title I guess.)

I have to say the people there are nice. Very nice. The owner scared the bajeebus out of me at first. I don't get intimidated much. Opposing my 5 foot short stature, I can usually hold my own{or at least be louder than them long enough to quiet their intimidation factor.}No, not with this guy, he didn't crack a smile for quite some time. So I got a little excited when he passed by me last night and said "Brooooooke Brooke Broooke" in a rather playful tone. Yay! He knows my name!

Okay so of course he knows my name. But he is engaging me in light conversation. Not the "this is our philosophy here at The Dock" kind of conversation, which scares the crap out of me because in some crevice of my mind I have convinced myself that I could bring this whole restaurant crashing down. Okay, okay a bit egotistical on my part, yes. Luckily my irrational fears were calmed a little bit last night. My wallet, still empty.

So here's the crazy question. Am I looking at job number 3? Why yes I am. Honestly. I have figured a way that I could possibly work another 3 days a week as a substitute teacher and make some actual money. Free time? Social Life? What 23 year old reeeeallly wants to party still?{that was a joke... a big sad joke}

Let's just hope that three jobs does the trick and I don't have to start contemplating going back to school! Gasp! Oh the horror!

...stay tuned.