What I Never Told About Kansas/Other Stuff

Joey, check your E-mail. I sent you a huge E-mail, that I admit, only told abut half the story, but still, I was hoping I’d get a reply since you’re able to use the computer now.  You can also check out the "Well, I’m Back" entry that I wrote on, I think, September 3rd.  While I haven’t posted any of the pictures I talked about yet, I will eventually.  Let’s just say the garage still isn’t done, therefore, none of our tuff is unpacked yet.

Okay.  When Rob and I moved to Wichita and I started work at that Domino’ and he started work at Subway in the mall, I thought things were going really well.  I mean, immediately I got shift runner status, we were both getting good hours, (I did two weeks of about sixty hours!) and all in all, we were paying things off, we could afford rent, things were good.

But then, things started going downhill at Domino’s, esp. after Jim and Melissa Hightower came in and started changing a bunch of little stuff.  Jess got a Hell of a lot more bitchy, mostly just at me, and the assistant manager, James, claimed that for whatever reason, he no longer wanted to close with me or have me as a late driver.  So I quit Domino’s sometime in May.  I did try to get another job, but it didn’t work out.  So with only Rob working, it just wouldn’t cut it for much longer.

Not to mention, I’ve never revealed exactly how screwed I go while driving out there.  I got three tickets that I actually never paid off.  The third one, I’ve never heard anything else from, but the first two, money was always going to other places and such, and time got away from me, so that when I finally got around to those two, enough time had elapsed that my license had actually been suspended!  And I would’ve been so screwed if I’d been caught driving on a suspended license!  Because in Kansas, after July 1st, 2006, (not 2007,) if you’re caught driving while suspended, you’re thrown in jail for ninety days!

So, yeah, the upshot of the whole thing is that I owe fifteen hundred dollars to Wichita Municipal Court for those two tickets.

Not to mention, this was more Pratt, but I honestly hated how people talked out there.  Not accent-wise, though with some people, that drove me nuts, but this one girl in Pratt, I’d just taken an order when Rob and I were working at McDonald’s.  The car was pulling away from the speaker, and this girl who was also wearing a headset, said, "I betcha that’s a car full of niggers."

To be honest, I still can’t believe I actually heard someone say that.

On to the more mundane topics . . .  I think I kinda like this guy from work.  I’m kinda wondering if he likes me, too.  He smokes, though, so unless he was willing to quit, he’s not someone I could have a serious relationship with.  But then, I’m not looking for a serious relationship right now.  To be honest, I might see how receptive he is to the idea of going out for a couple drinks after work one night or something.  Maybe the next time we close.  I’ll have to see if Court Jester has cosmo’s, cuz that’s about the only place I know that’s close and that’s open that late.

I’ve made pretty good tips last night and tonight.  Sixty nine bucks last night and seventy seven tonight.  I’m tempted to go get a coffee at Wawa’s.  Well, French Vanilla cappucino, anyway.  Actually, coffee sweet and light from Dunkin Donuts isn’t that bad.  It’s actually really good.

::Shrugs::  It’s an odd thought, me entering the ‘dating’ scene, instead of looking for someone to spend my life with.  I never looked at a guy as someone to just… date.  It was always me imagining wedding bells.  But I deserve to have fun as much as the next girl, right?  So, heck with the wedding bells.  I’m gonna have some fun.

Wish me luck!  (Cuz my luck, he’ll have a girlfriend, and be like, ‘Okay, what the heck?  I’m already seeing somone.’)

::Sighs::  My self-esteem needs a kick in the ass . . .

P.S. – This is like, my new favorite song.