DaneyB wrote to tell me she reads! she reads! This is what she had to say, straight outta PDX:
"Can I just say that last night my job sucked weinie as it's never sucked before. It was my bartending shift and I was so busy I could barely keep up. My period finally decided to make an appearance around 9:30 and I was in total pain. I asked my servers to fend for themselves for a few minutes but they were unsympathetic and instead barked orders at me. I remember this one well...'I need 3 bomay and tonic, a russian sapphire with soy, dry cappuccino, decaf cappuccino, 2 coffees, a spanish coffee, and 2 mai tai's with 2 shots of meyers on the side.' What the fuck? I wanted to die and there was no relief in sight. To make things worse, my boss is in love with some guy from New Zealand she met 3 days ago and this fellow comes in with a friend and they sit at the bar. Well, this friend decides that I am the love of his life and proceeds to harrass the hell out of me. "Where is your boyfriend? Oh, he's not here? Then what's the problem? Wanna sleep at my place tonight? You are beautiful. Come on sweetie, you don't know it yet but we will be married". Shit like this and all the while I can feel the blood trickling down my thighs and I can't tell the guy to fuck off cause Sheila's right there with them thinking it's all oh so cute. I felt like a pimped out trapped sick rat. Not so nice. The chef and I downed drinks until 3:30 and I came back home and had wine till 5 when I heard the birds a chirpin' and I decided to retire. I woke up at 1 and must go back for more at 5."
Julia - 10:45 AM
Thursday, June 12, 2003
If DaneyB ever reads this, she would find this very humorous: a joke.
Julia - 12:32 PM
Today's topic is women's fashion. I have two things to say.
1. So far, the most annoying fully saturated fashion item for this summer is obviously shaping up to be pants with a "waist line" that just barely covers the pubic hair line. I am so sick of these trashy pants, and I would like to also point out, although it seems VERY obvious to me, that this style does not suit a large range of body types. NO! Even if you are skinny and think you can wear anything, stop, because you are wrong. Do you really think that because some nefarious pop stars are sporting this, that you feel it's okay for you? It's not even okay for them.
2. On a more positive note, I saw a young woman smoking a pipe, a regular professor's pipe, not a crack pipe, while crossing the street. And what's more is that she pulled it off!! I wanted to get her autograph. I don't know how she did it without looking like an asshole, and even looking cool, but she did. Kudos to the pipe smoking woman. She was young and hip too, not some old mannish woman or nothing.
3. Okay, I lied. Not 2 things but 3 things. I saw a woman wearing a hoop skirt the other day. I was mildly amused. I don't think she pulled it off quite as well as the Pipe Smoker did, but whatever. She was pushing the envelope.
Julia - 10:37 AM
Wednesday, June 11, 2003
Don't tell Steve, but I've started dating again .
This site is filled with 17 year old boys from Skokie, IL and lots of cartoon ladies. Yum! Can you find me?
(Actually, I just realized that my real type is cute boyish do-nothing who drinks a lot. Does that mean I'm a cute girlish do-nothing who drinks a lot?)
Julia - 3:00 PM
Sshhhh. I'm being taken out to Chinese food by my co-workers today. Happy day! Wee! To tell the truth I brought in a very nice lunch and would rather eat that.
I'm such a thankless bitch.
I thought today might be a good day for a personal humiliation expose. This is always a good exercise for when I don't know what to write, because I have a wealth of material within this heading.
For example: when I was in high school (a big time for humiliation, but junior high scores the most points, except some of those stories are so up there on the degradation chart that it's only funny in that "laughing but also wincing and saying Awww" kind of way, not in a "oh, shit that's fucked up" kind of way) I was a goth-punk-hippie kind of freak, wore black, listened to both The Doors (Soft Parade especially)and Bauhaus, moped around, cut school to go into the city and hang out in Washington Square park and smoke joints and get all paranoid. High school was full of preps and jocks and mean kids.
Lunchtime was never a break, as chaos was involved plus the dreaded interaction with peers. Teenagers still scare me. There were two lunchrooms, one big rectangular one and one small one. I sat in the small one with some other dorks at a big round table. At a table near us sat a bunch of guys a year older. I guess I was in tenth grade. I was about to leave, having finished my daily Ring Ding. But then a gnawed on chicken wing bone came sailing through the air and landed next to my tray. I heard snickering. My heart took up its familiar anxiety mode: furious heart pounding. But then another wing bone flew by me, and another. Amazingly, I picked them all up, and walked over to the ugly boy (squat, chunky, probably filled with despair over his life as well) and dumped the bones right on his plate. "You lost your chicken bones, asshole," says I.
Then I left. I was impressed with my move. So, even though it's humiliation, I did triumph in the end. Thank god it wasn't some beautiful prep, as I would have just bent over and taken the wing bones right up the ass.
A few days later someone threw Burger King packs of BBQ dipping sauce at Dane and me while we were walking in town. She got sauce all over her jacket. I think someone also threw donut holes from Dunkin' Donuts at us, too.
Julia - 11:04 AM
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
What they were eating
You should check this link out for many, many reasons. Claire Zulkey is very funny and very nice. She put my recipes up with other talented people. I am totally honored!!
Julia - 11:13 AM
Finally it's stopped raining, which is delightful. We sat outside in the garden, not caring about the landlords because we are leaving. I yapped on the phone, talking to Diana who is now in Colorado. Then S and I went down the block to visit our neighbors Tom and Ernesto, who were all juiced up about the hockey game on. We brought a wealthy 1/8th of a bottle of whiskey over, and they jumped on it like BBQ meal worms!
Walking home was gorgeous, even walking over that gritty little bridge that spans the BQE. Tom wanted to walk his cat Schoonie, to prove how well he walks on his leash, but we said it was okay. We believed him. Once home I cooked up some flounder for a snack, which sounds weird, to have filet of flounder as a late night snack, but that was what it was. I also ate some Khanum Chan, which is green coconut rice flour candy from Thailand Restaurant on Baxter in Chinatown. Yummy, even though Steve and Sio think it's gross.
I am on day NINE. Yesterday was day TEN. Tomorrow is day EIGHT. You get the picture.
I am quitting quitting quitting. I hate my job. I am so pleased to be leaving. You should do it too!
