I went to the boobie bar last night.
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I'm not sure where things took a turn for the worse, but they did.
The original plan was for Jake and Ryne and a few others to come down and party with me. That was shot to hell for various reasons, so I wasn't feeling so up to going. However, my brother Jeremiah got off work and wanted to take me out. So, we went.
Miah is awesome because even though he's not a big fan of strip clubs (not because he's not a fan of tits, but because they cost so much) he took me out anyway.
Besides the fact that I wanted a bunch of my friends there to help me party, I knew it would also be les taxing on me financially because I probably would've gotten most of my lapdances on their check. That wasn't the case and I ended up spending... well, that's none of your damn business. (Let's just say... ouch)
As much as I LOVE the overall strip club experience, the fact that it's just one big room of teases pisses me off. I know, I know, I know. You don't have to be a brain scientist or rocket surgeon to figure that out... but it wouldn't be so bad if I had a chick to come home to. (But, that's another rant...)
I also drank last night at the club. A LOT.
Thankfully, Miah and I just get goofy when we're drunk. (If there's one thing I can't stand is people who are angry drunks... also another rant...) Miah pretty much covered the beer, except one round where I decided to buy a few of the ladies drinks.
Another bad idea.
TWENTY ONE FIFTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! (not including tip)
Fuck, I should have at least gotten a handjob from one of those girls. Nadia, the dancer who hung out with me for most of the night, would have been my choice. Hell, should've just thrown my wallet into her twat for all the money I spent on her.
Sorry for all the complaints, but I needed to get that out of my system.
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The annual family reunion was today, which is actually still going on outside my house. I excused myself about an hour ago because of a sour stomach. It's getting slightly better, but I think it's the first sign of my body telling me I'm partied out. (By the way, the highlights of my birthday party can be found on Brie's blog. Check the links section... because I'm too lazy to make a damn link. Deal with it.)
However, I did get a call from Bonnie. She wants to do something for my birthday since I was such a trooper back in January for her b-day celebration. Hopefully I won't be in too foul a mood to go do something with her. I'm pretty excited since I haven't seen her in about 4 months.
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Oh yeah, I was still drunk this morning.
Turns out I slept through most of the morning party-prep and I needed a massive sobering up. So, I tried a new sequence of events that seemed to work well.
1. Normal Shower: to not smell like whores anymore
2. Cold Shower: to jerk my system into a few minutes of soberness
3. Pepto Bismol: Two chewable caplets (since we didn't have the liquid, which I prefer)
4. Asprin: specifically, two Aleve caplets and a full glass of water.
5. Coffee: Two cups with lots of half-and-half and sugar
6. Water: Two or Three bottles interchanged with the coffee
7. Work: I felt bad about missing most of the work, so I did party set-up for about a full hour in the already hot sun
Result: NO MORE DRUNK! NO HANGOVER! (But all my money is still gone... fuck)
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I'm pretty excited to go see "Transformers" this week. I might go on Independence Day since Beefs will be closed.
THANK GOD!
I really hate that place. No, let me rephrase that. I love Beefs. I love the people I work with. I love being able to get free food.
I HATE MY BOSS. (Also... another rant)
So I'm gonna really start looking for a new job. I don't care that I just got a promotion, I just want out. I'm probably gonna tell Brian (the kitchen manager... not the boss I hate... that's Captain Braceface) on Monday so he can be prepared for the possible fallout. I'm sure he's gonna hate it since I'm one of the best people he has (and I'm not preening and posturing here, he's told me this).
I'm just so fucking tired of the hours, the shitty pay, the horrible environment, the fact that I'm starting to get less respected and shit on by some of the kitchen staff because I got a promotion (I took enough shit when I was in ZBT, I don't need it again), and the afore mentioned Captain Braceface makes me want to commit arson.
Maybe I'm being irrational since I'm in a bad mood and don't feel good, but the truth is everyone hates that place to one degree or another. (Once again... that's another rant...)
Fuck it, I can (and will) find another job. Captain Braceface will probably try and get me to stay. (Not personally of course. He'll make Brian try and keep me there) But I'll just say, "Look, no amount of money or other incentive is gonna make me stay in this hole. The only way I will stay is if Captain Braceface turns in his resignation and walks off the face of the world. Seeing as how that will NEVER happen, I'm leaving."
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Wow, I got off on a pretty good tangent there didn't I?
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I'm gonna start donating plasma.
Extra money + feeling good about myself = LOLlerskates
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I'm gonna say that was my longest blog entry in a LONG time. Go me!
~Nate-O
2 comments:
Hope you had a great birthday! I wish I could've been down there for it!
1) Strippers are supposed to tease you! If you want the whole she-bang (literally), get a hooker! That would be more cost efficient in the long run, on a strictly financial note (As I don't condone hookers or hooking or hooks).
2) Coffee for hangovers is a myth. Coffee is a diuretic so it just makes the hangover worse. Since you paired it with water you were probably fine, but Gatorade is where it's at, mmm electrolyte goodness.
3) Yes, get a new job. It's not worth being miserable over, especially in the food business. Plus, there are about a bazillion other food places in Funcie, most of them nicer than Beefs. And, the mall is chock full of retail goodness. As a retail worker, I gotta say it trumps food prep, but there is a lot to choose from. Don't let Braceface make you his man-bitch!
That sucks about the strip club, Nate-o, but did Jake or Ryne ever tell you they were going with you in the first place? It's a bit much to ask your engaged friends to go to a strip club with you...almost all women are 100% AGAINST their guys going to those joints, plus with the engagement Mike, Ryne, and Jake have promised to their ladies to be monogamous to them for the rest of their lives, including NOT paying to look at other naked women. You say it would have been better if you'd have had a chick to come home to...I would have felt bad for that chick.
Good luck with the job search. It will be hard though, because Jake has been looking for a job for AGES to no avail. It seems like you've applied to places Jake hasn't, though, so perhaps you'll meet with success!
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