Some thoughts on Ale House:

So I just found out the other night, that my middle aged, female manager wants my croutons or at least she she said she would be all over me if she was 10 yrs. younger and not married. I'm really not sure if this is supposed to be flattering, or a little weird. She seems to yell at everyone else more than me, so I'm glad that we have this special work relationship. I'm going to stop talking about this, because it's starting to sound like some dirty sitcom called Josser's Creek.

I've been a little frustrated at how I've been doing with work. I'm still having some problems with not screwing things up, and I am working a lot of hours and am making barely anything. I made $35 yesterday (lunch and dinner). Tonight I made $26 on a seven hour shift. I could probably divide 26 by 7 to see exactly how little I made an hour, but I'm content with just saying that I'm frustrated and would like to make a little more money. At least enough to say that I am making more than the people working at the McDonald's next door.

The lady workers at Ale House seem to like it when the guy workers are jerks. So tonight I tried it out. I wanted to see if I got a pat on the butt with a "welcome to the Jerk/Chick Friends Club." This unfortunately didn't happen. The girl said I better watch my mouth and said I was an asshole. I think I'll just go back to being nice and talk about puppy dogs and ice cream. I'm not very good at this whole jerk thing.

A guy named Shawn at work got written up tonight and will most likely get fired. The reason? The manager picked up his drag racing magazine that had fallen on the floor and threw it away thinking that it was trash. Well I guess it pissed Shawn off, because he started yelling at the manager. Unfortuantely he called the manager a dick at some point in his self-afflicted speech. Probably not a smart thing to say. This guy who told off the manager probably is thinking that he "kept his rep." Well, unfortunately rep isn't going to matter when he's fired. I hope he doesn't get fired though. He's one of the few friends I have thus far.

Well it seems that nothing but random thoughts are coming from me and Jason these days.

Oh and one more thing. Every night I come home from work and bite my finger nails till they're knubs. It's a shame I don't play the piano, because I wouldn't have any problem keeping my fingernails short enough to play.