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Thursday
March 31 2005 |
I
am eating...again
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Still-a-little-ill...in
the mill with a little chill but on the nill...that is all...about
the Will...peace to ya matha like a bratha...uh...was that hip
enough for ya? Later
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ps:
I hear Captain Julie is going to give me a black eye
like she gave Peter for sucking it real big this season....
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WED
March 30 2005 2:30pm |
At
home with the flew
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 I
am in bed In a puddle sweat and my head is pounding...I got some
kind of flew bug thingy...I have been like this for two days
already...The Flew sucks....Did I mention Alexa
is the best...
ps: People
saw me in my Pajamas again when I went too throw out the trash
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Friday
March 25 2005 3:30pm |
Good
Friday
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Today
I will try to not have sex, eat meat, drink booze, and swear. I will
pay my respects to the man who got his ass kicked by the
Jews. At least according to Mad Max Mel Gibson...
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Good Friday 9:42am
On the subway going to work…the train is slow. The last few
weeks have been very educational. People are strange. Some people,
you can be friends with for a long time and then suddenly… disappointment.
Not in the seemingly way this word is used often but the word being
used it self. This word disappointment has come up a few times in
the last month or so from and too people who supposedly care for
each other. I have been watching this from a far and I have been
put in the picture about the way people play.
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3:30 pm
I noticed I am rarely in a mode I feel relaxed with…. Lately
I have been involved in silliness and stupidity. It’s not in
my character to hurt my friends for my own self-worth. Though I have
been witness to this for the last 3 months or so…it’s
awful. I need to keep away from this.
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Something
I wrote back in 2004 and still-kinda-pending…
Ok…here it is…
--- dialog---
Can I get a bud?
Here ya-go, 5.50 please.
I work here so I don’t pay for the buds (so I leave a tip on
the table; say 4bucks like I always do)
Fine…(gives me the beer with attitude)
---Later that evening---
Can I get two buds and a shot of makers?
Here ya go that’s 14 dollars please…
I don’t pay for the beer so just put this in the jar ( She
knows this already still she asks still I leave a 7 dollar tip)
Fine… (She then goes to Ronnie and starts to complains about
why is William getting free booze)
He works here!!! You know that already. Just give it too him.
Hey William don’t tip the girls
Ok Ron (I still tip fat anyway till this day)
---End dialog---
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The
standard door man/ bouncer makes 30 dollars an hour, I checked at
salary.com… But I am there for the buds and a few blings on
the weekend at the E-bar. I am friends with the owner and manager
so here is my only infraction since my five years of presence at
the “E’… if the beer is $5.50, that’s five
dollars and fifty cents for an Amstel, and I leave a four-dollar
tip, everybody wins. I do that all night. The bartender is going
to get some of the fattest tips she is going to see on her shift
all night, I get my fucken-buds, the bar owners gets my assistance
for bouncing out the dumb–ass-no I.D having-NYUseless-students-at
the door, following with me going into the basement for what ever
ice bucket filling keg changing reasons along with what ever else
part is involved for beer and booze looking mean at the door drinking
congregation reasons, and we are all happy, but for some dumb-ass
reason there is this bar tender (who shall be nameless) who would
rather try and get away with charging me the full price for the beer
and just get a dollar tip for a five dollar and fifty cent beer then
just give me the beer and get four to eight dollars in her income
jar. Why do I leave a big tip? Because that’s what she is working
for, tips. Patrick tells me I tip to big and should make it smaller,
( good looking out Patrick ) Anyway, She makes more money serving
me the freaking bud for free than looking me in the eye all ready
knowing she shouldn’t be telling me this “five fifty
please”, but doing it anyway knowing I am going to follow with “ I
don’t pay for the beer I bring about my assistance here for
it”. This is obviously not a money issue with her, but a sad
little ego issue, an I am in charge queenly issue, a, I don’t
want to be cool with William issue. A, I cant stand the fact that
William looks like he’s is not doing much of anything thing
and still getting an occasional free beer issue. I leave almost the
cost of the beer on the counter for the bartenders tip jar instead
of the register and still get dirty looks and passive aggressive
attitude. She would rather get a dollar and satisfaction for some
part of her no one is ever going to see then make a little bling
bling for her pocket, People are silly. Still, I look out for my
peeps. I will never drink at a bar without leaving a tip; ever.
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Thursday
March 24 2005 2:30pm |
A
Full
moon and another day another 50 cents |
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Hello
there from keeping my head above water land...Today I will be
disaplined in the art of pool..later dudes... |
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Yes I know Alexa |
Ok...if we gota work then lets work.... |
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I worked on Sat...my work day started at 5:00am
and ended 4:00am sunday morning...its a good thing im single...cause
if I wasnt my spouse would be so neglected with the way I live... |
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WED
March 16 2005 |
Quiet
Bar.... The
eve before Saint Patricks
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