bad weekend, good Monday

This is just a ramble about life events.  If you have no interest in my life, then there’s really nothing interesting here…well there still isn’t but if you care to read, go for it.

This weekend pretty much sucked.  It’s been a long time since i’ve had an ENTIRE weekend suck.

Friday I was just in a bad mood.  Heck, Saturday wasn’t great either.  The best part of my Saturday was hanging out with David after work and watching Big Bang Theory.  I love that show.  Oh yes, and I spent a bunch of money right before work, but on things I wish I could spend my money on before and just couldn’t or never did.  I made good money Friday night so Saturday I bought a bunch of things I needed, and then I decided to buy some shaving stuff.  I want to give Nair a try.  I have horrible hair issues with the side of my neck and lower jaw up to my chin.  Damn German and Polish blood + hormones.  Recently, a couple of people made me aware of the amount of hair on my arms.  My mom did when she asked if/when I got married I would try and get rid of it.  Hmm…well, I wasn’t planning on it…now I’m self conscious about it.  Thanks mom!  And then Lani pointed it out in a picture…it was just of my wrists…I had some rope marks from the group picnic last weekend when my buddy Owen wanted to tie me up to another girl just for show…so we took a picture of the rope marks and Lani asked whose arms they were and pointed out the hair.  Yay for increasing my self conscious ness.  So, I might start doing Nair on my arms, or at least try on my legs first…see how that goes in terms of allergic reaction..just around my ankles or something, and then on just part of my arms and see how that goes.  I think whoever checked me out though definitely knew I was on my period because I bought toilet paper, pads, birth control, and then a bunch of stuff to sort of pamper myself like anti-bump after-shave gel, 2 boxes of red hair dye, and the Nair.

Yesterday just topped it all off though.  I was happy I was working with Tim for the day.  I know I love and care about Justin so much, but I can’t help that every time Tim smiles, I melt a little inside. =/ ugh!  I know to stay away though.  I’ll be good.  

Anyways, so I enjoyed working with him, even though at one point he had to leave for a couple of hours, of which I received all the hibachi tables and then a few regular tables.  I screwed up a couple times in the morning, but I didn’t think anything of it.  I knew that if I thought to myself "once I screw up, the rest of the night is a screw up" I’d be fucked because it was only 12!  That didn’t stop the rest of the day from being shitty.  I barely had time to eat a lunch, and for the first time, I wasn’t even hungry.  I only ate because I knew I had to and didn’t want to be hungry around dinner when I had to be serving and not eating.  I screwed up a couple things here and there, but again didn’t dwell on it.  By about 7:00ish though, the 2 kids that hang around at the restaurant because their parents work there were driving me insane.  One of them ate a pepper off one of my meals and I yelled at him.  First of all, he knows better…we all do.  Second of all, there’s even a fricken sign that says "don’t eat customers’ food!" in both chinese AND english.  They know both languages.  Then, my manager’s son, Yihan, was asking me if I was Jewish because of my hair color. Ha. Wow.  The honesty of what little kids think sometimes (he’s 11)… then he kept trying to guess what I was.  Tim was joking around with him and told him to ask if I had an Uncle Holy.  Well, I swear my dad’s hearing issue is genetic, not  so much just because of his measles as a kid..because somehow I heard "ugly" and I started getting really upset.  I was in the middle of trying to put in some orders so that didn’t help, and I could feel the urge to cry.  I let it go..and then both of the kids started saying I came from "pig" descent.  Tim told them that was really mean and they needed to knock it off.  That made me confused because of what I had previously heard…so Tim asked me later if I had an uncle holy.  I asked if that’s what the kid said before and he said yea, what did you think he said.  I told him nothing, and felt a little better.  But still…later on there was something else that went wrong and then I broke a sake bottle.  I couldn’t take it anymore.  For the first time working at the restaurant, I felt like I needed to cry.  I remember crying a few times at/after Shopko because of stress, but this is the first time for Bamboo.  I went outside and tried to hold back the tears.  A few came down…what I truly needed to do was burst out bawling but I couldn’t do that. I still had to work an hour or so yet.  I came back in and I think they all knew I had been.  Tim offered to help me out with some stuff and Yihan was asking if I was okay.  Still…just a shitty night.

I enjoyed a long shower and thorough cleaning after that…and then a drink down town with someone who enjoyed my company, as shwasted as he was.

Today is my day off. Of school. Of work. Of everything.  My only commitment tonight is volleyball, and I’m looking forward to it.

So my plan for today is to: go to the bank, return a dress I bought from Target, continue shopping for a new work shirt of which I can’t seem to find ANYWHERE, do laundry (i work the next 3 days and my only work shirt is dirty and smelly), do some reading, clean my room, and just enjoy myself.  I want to get outside too because it’s been so nice out lately and I haven’t really BEEN outside in a while.  Maybe I’ll go on a hike if it’s not too hot today.  That would be nice.