what cha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?

hehe that song cracks me up for no good reason. and like katie, now i'm gonna get that song stuck in your head.

last night at the brush was awesome. and when i say awesome, what i mean is, IT SUCKED GIANT BALLS. haha. well it started out with my first table, who had to wait FIVE minutes for their coffee to brew, got pissed off and left. five minutes. coffee. brew. OH MY GOD. what is wrong with old people in this town? my grandma would have waited 3 hours if it meant she got FRESH coffee. i suppose i could have served them the coffee that was leftover from 10 am that morning, but it being 6 o clock at night, i didn't figure it would taste too yummy. frickin evil brush bullshit. haha. that's a great new term i just made up. then, things were getting a wee bit better, my next table rocked, mostly because they stayed to wait for their drinks :). plus, they were a really nice couple from maryland furniture shopping, and they tipped me 10 bucks. hells yea. but then i spilled diet pepsi right down the front of my light grey shirt. blah. so i had to get another shirt from the manager. and yep, i have to return it after i wash it. of course, two seconds after i changed, i magically got honey mustard on me. from where? who knows. i swear i came nowhere near a container of honey mustard. it just sought me out.

but that wasn't a big deal. last night was cleaning night, since our inspection is coming soon. so as i'm scrubbing the glass rack, i'm moving trays of glasses around, and one tray of glasses magically falls off the shelf. this tray had about 30 glasses in it. my first thought: fuck. luckily, only six of them broke. also, all of the servers were standing there, and quickly helped me clean up without any managers knowing the difference. i stealthily (is that a word?) took the dustpan of broken glass all the way out to the dumpster to hide it.

immediately after this, a man in a white shirt walked into the restaurant and straight back to the kitchen. so of course the assumption is "Oh my god, it's the health inspector!" shit. of course, our kitchen is one of the cleanest i've been in, so i wasn't concerned, and we hurriedly cleaned up the wait station while he was in the back.

but then a few minutes later, we realized it was just some sort of repair man. shew.

after a few more non interesting tables, my night finally ended and i left at 5 til 10. earlier than usual... that was nice. plus, i got to work with carmen, always a plus.

friday will be better. friday will rock. i will have a good night on friday.

tonight is my night off. i could be going to boone with carmen and sattercrunk. but instead, i plan on sitting on my ass all night in front of the t.v. because i can.. i don't want to do anything or go anywhere. just sit there and watch the o.c. and e.r. and not worry about a damn thing. yea.




What you gon’ do with all that junk?All that junk inside your trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)