The Daily Grind

Well, today its back to the ole grind. After getting basically nothing that I wanted to get done this weekend actually done, I will return to the place of my employment for another angst ridden encounter with my fellow employees and the customers who daunt us daily with their petty wishes and silly desires. Oh well. Such is life in the service industry, if you can even call it that, as life for me seems to kind of stop when I enter that $6 an hour cave. I just have to keep telling myself, "This is temporary, this is temporary. Soon you'll be sitting on the porch of a big mountain home, having a gin and tonic. This is only temporary." Ah yes. I feel better already.

So speaking of hopes, dreams, and so forth, my mother calls me this morning and tells me about this trip that she and her boyfriend have taken to my dream hometown, Asheville, NC, and all the fun they have had, all the great food they have eaten, what they saw, yada yada yada. All I can think to say is some stuff about that being great and ummm, that sounds good. What I'm thinking is, "What the hell? How did you suddenly get a cooler life than me? You're my mother for chrissakes! Shouldn't you be miserable thinking of how your life is shattered now that your lovely daughter is away at school?" So I hang up the phone and eat about three of these little garlic toasts I made last night, so that I am now thoroughly stinky and unfun. Oh well. At least I don't have any cheesecake around or I would be roughly the size of my car right now. Yum, cheesecake.

In other news as to how sad my life actually is, on Saturday after typing my blog, I decided to check out some of my fellow employee's blogs, something that I haven't done yet. I stumble onto this one that is, well, it made me feel good about myself, and for that to happen, it had to detail a pretty shitty existence. Now, I know this is mean and that I am going to get the worst karma for this, but this person whom I work with who shall remain nameless, is a freak. A very verbose, horny freak who enjoys some very nerdy, strange things. Now that it is in print I feel very bad, but also deliciously good. See how normal I am! Compared to this person, I am a trendy, fun person. Compared to her, goddammit, I am Britney Fuckin' Spears! (Now I feel truly bad, but hey, it's off my chest.)

Well, I should go. I should take a shower before I journey out and scrape off the top skin layer of my tongue as I am sure that is the only way I am going to get the garlic off. Oh well. Before I go, here's the pop-culture related quote of the week, at least according to me: "What do they call them? A super group? A mega group? Maybe it's just marketing ploy."--Matt on Velvet Revolver, who I actually like (I would like an easy listening/ska group if it featured Slash on guitar), but who make very interesting satirical fodder.