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Name - Chris
Age - 18 years old
Marital status: single and lonely
Zodiac - Aries i think
Birthday - march 30th
Location - Canada
Hair Colour: Brown
Current Haircut: shortish
Enjoys: Guitar, Karate...and fun stuff
Dislikes: confusing ppl (namely girls)
Obsessions: Guitar
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And I said to God "Why Me?" and God said to me "Why Not?"
Music: Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run
O ME! O life!
Of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless,
Of cities fill'd with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the
struggle ever renew'd,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me
intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring-What good amid these,
O me, O life?
The Answer, that you are here.
That life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on,
And you may contribute a verse.
What will be your verse?
Aug 2006
I'm im pressed with me...
At 67 days I broke, or rather we broke. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. And then I kissed her again, and again.
Jul 2006
I understand "fake girlfriend" was meant as a joke, but holding hands, cuddling, hickies, naps in each others arms... These are real couple things, not fake couple. REAL. "R" "E" "A" "L"!
Jul 2006
I've held out for 46 days...That's 46 days of not moving in on his turf, of not overtly flirting, or making overt gestures of affection. 46 days of toungue in cheek comments, and compliments, and sweet gestures. 46 days of harmless flirting between friends (46 days of torture) kept in check by only one thing. Respect for myself. I refuse to compromise my integrity, no matter the temptation, I will not have someone cheat and be with me, that is not the kind of person I would be with or the kind of person I want to be. But foul temptress, make a choice. Because the line between friend and something more is blurring quickly and you have the eraser. I have made it abundantly clear that I will not make the first move and I've made it this far, which is an achievement. Most guys would have given in along time ago. You might say this is self preservation, I don't know for sure what you'd do if I did make a move(reciprocate, kick me in the groin, be silent and accept the assault?). As with most girls, you are receptive and flirtatious one minute and then cold and bitter the next. Which will I see? But you're at heart a quiet and soft spoken person, so I'd bet that whatever I did would slide. I'd like to stress one thing. I have done nothing so far, and plan to do nothing. The more you cuddle me, and rest your head on my shoulder, and bat your eye lashes at me and pout to get what you want, the more I think you like me. You spend more time with me, than with your actual boyfriend(and you lament dating him, but stress you dont want to break up with him).It would seem that a clear cut path is never an option for me, no matter the situation it is always more complicated than need be. In all honesty, if this pace continues something will happen, two people rarely become close and then nothing. So here is the question, how close is too close and should I stop this or let events take their course? Honour will only carry me so far, and the honourable course leads me to empty handed loneliness.
Jun 2006
litle_sleepy_head@hotmail.com <----- must add this
Jun 2006
Is it too much to ask?
Is it too much to ask that my spam be in english i can read? I mean, if i take the time to actually parouse it for humour, i think that humour should be intentional. Not poor grammar and sentence structure, false friends or other errors of ignorance and poor translation. Take that post on the open log. GAH!!!!!!!!!! It's almost readable, and its absolutely hilarious but not on purpose. No, its attempt at a slick sales pitch falls flat on its face because of the bad grammar, weird sentances and misused words. But it still leaves you with that slimey feeling like some sleeze ball is trying to con you, which i guess is one thing done right. Is it too much to ask that not have to think about which pop culture saying they're trying to use? (what the fuck is a "butter talk"? OH!!! SWEET TALK!)
May 2006
eh...i was making some changes to my template when danchan gave me a stupid error that made no sense. It was easier to rebuild it so i did, its also not as hard on the eyes now. enjoy (the music stays....i want it to be slightly annoying to be here, or you could hit stop. whatever floats your boat.)
May 2006
"I'm sorry chris...but your just too good to be true...everything you say to me, is just what I want to here...and nomatter how much you mean it....It'll always mean more to me....I think that you are an amazing guy...and I would love to have you as a best friend for the rest of my life....but thats all I can ever picture you as too me....and I'll always love you that way...."
so what the fuck am i supposed to say? fuck you bitch i hate you? am i supposed to be huge asshole? Will that work? Will you picture me in a better light then? I don't fucking get it. If i am missing some huge profound truth about how to treat people, please inform me so that i may correct my behavior and be as happy as you.
Who's shoulder does the shoulder to cry on cry on?
Apr 2006
Holy fuck...
Holy shit, i landed a date. Me!?! A date! Lemme tell you how it happened. Its with Paula's friend (looks like shes good fer somethin). I've only met her once, but I've spent a few random hours on the phone with her and talked to her alot on msn. Anyway I got the impression she liked me from a phone conversation we had on friday, and so I started the question game (easy way to flirt, and if it back fires its just a game, i know wuss's way out blah blah blah, but its also a great way to get dirt on ppl or build trust depending on how you look at it) one thing led to another, we were flirtin pretty good and i asked her to the movies. *does a little dance* woot!
Feb 2006
Torture....
I havent experienced physical torture, but man this psychological warefare is a bitch. I think I'm done. I have decided that no one likes me, I have no shot with anyone and that its not about to change for a while. So screw you guys I'm going home. I don't particularly need/want to deal with this crap now. So to hell with it. The Mind Games are over. Now if only I can convince myself to believe this tripe we can all be happier.
Feb 2006
It occurs to me that I shouldn't have to moderate my thoughts for fear that someone may read them and take action, but I must...
Feb 2006
Girls Frustrate me.....
They really do. I started to like this one girl, turns out I had a snowballs chance in hell of actually landing her. So I half moved on and starting trying to get another girl. Turns out, I dont have a snowballs chance in hell with the first girl, and she kind of likes me and is liking me more the more she gets to know me, its more like a deer crossing the highway (usually possible, but may end in disaster). AND I've managed to get a schrodingers date with the other girl (think schrodingers cat, you cant actually know if it was a date or not, until after its over and any attempt to find out before hand promptly explodes your head). Now here is the really frustrating part: they're friends with each other. So if it turns out that according to some cosmic joke they both end up liking me im screwed (cosmic joke because i have horrendusly bad luck with girls, and this seemingly good luck is poised to blow up on me) becuase i'll piss one off which will in turn piss the other off.
Feb 2006
Calm down chris...
Calm down....FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sometimes my mom really pisses me off. Like tonitght while I was out, under the guise of cleaning my room and putting closthe away she turns up a few empties and half empty bottles of booze. *gasp* Not chris you say, you mean he occasionaly drinks socially? No, I thought he was above that. Well, yes I must admit I do. I rarely get drunk, NEVER drink and drive and I'm usually pretty responisible about it. Back to the guise. Most of the empties and half empty bottles were into drawers that do not, never have and never will contain closthe and that I rarely even venture into (hence they pile up till i look for em and clean em). So 6 months later, (havent been drunk in about that long) I've forgotten about it and thats when I get shit. We can forget that she snooped in my room, went out of her way to find the bottles, took them out sat up and waited for me. We can forget that I havent been drunk in forever, have never been hospitolised because of it, been arrested for it, failed a class because of it, become addicted to it or any number of other horrible possibilities. NOPE none of that has happened. I drink socially on occasion, and rarely at that. Done the stupid thing of getting really drunk once, dont care to repeat it. Simple as that. So yeah, she gets to completly violate my privacy, because 'shes the parent' and then call me out for it. She even admits that, it was a dirty thing to do, and that It hasnt caused me any problems, and that I never drink too much. But shes the parent, so nyah!!! Well if I'm going to be punished, it might aswell be for something good. I figure I should show up at school, drink a whole 40, puke on bourget and then call the cops on myself. That way i can be hospitolised, arrested and all that good stuff, cause a lot of problems and stir up alot of shit just to prove my point. I'm a good kid, 99% of the time i do exactly what they want, I just like a shot or two every now and then with friends. A crime? Maybe. Evil? No. I think the worst part is that if the cops pulled this, it would be an illegal search and seisure and id get off scott free. Cause theres no evidence of alcohol abuse, no reciets or LCBO bags sticking out nothing. No reason to search for it. No reason to go into those drawers. She was just snooping, found some dirt and gave me shit for it. Its a nice big grey area (who is more wrong? i shouldnt have booze, she should respect my privacy like i do hers) but she gets to turn it into a black and white im evil she is pure thing because 'shes the parent'. I swear to god, and myself that I will NEVER pull this shit on my kid(s).
Feb 2006
Always
This always happens,
So I don't blame you.
I'm always forgotten,
Not Matter who.
The same old pattern,
Presented by fate.
My deepest desires
Dangled like bait.
Just out of reach,
But always there,
Trying to snatch it
While I wallow in despair.
And then it's gone.
Stolen by a nameless face
Falaunted in front of me,
To ensure my disgrace.
It's always like this,
I don't know why
But I don't blame you
Good-bye.
Jan 2006
Looking back...
Looking back, I've noticed something about me that does not bode well. All the girls I've been attracted to are 'broken'. There is something they don't like about themselves, or something happened to them they can't deal with that is preventing them from being happy and I want to fix it. It's true I really do just want to fix it, and I have many times. But that's the problem, as soon as its fixed they wake up take one good look around and run like hell. So what do I do? Do I leave them broken so that they never wake up and I can have them forever, or worse yet, do I break them more so they're incapable of being fixed. Or should I continue doing what I'm doing? It's unfair to nurse a bird's broken wing back to health, only to cage it. But if it's going to just fly away why should I fix it? With the hope that one day it will fly back? It has been my experience that this does not happen. So why am I drawn to these girls? *sigh*
Jan 2006
Dreams...
Dreams are weird, they tell you things about yourself people around you that you don't want to hear. They tell you how you really feel inside, in sometimes not too subtle ways. So what do you do when you wake up to an image you were trying to supress?
Dec 2005
The Passionate Guitarist to his Love
Come sit with me and play a song,
With heads held high, and voices strong,
With notes higher and higher still,
And the room with our rich tone will fill.
There we will sit in each others embrace
Hands dance swiftly with speed and grace,
To suddenly make a steep dive,
And make you squirm, and scream and jive.
There will I pluck and stroke your strings,
And a thousand notes shall you sing,
At speeds that have yet been unknown,
The master of this skill now shown.
“Beatiful” dark and smooth lacquer
Body could never be blacker,
And strings of nickel tightly wound,
To a mahogany neck bound.
A redwood fret board, two foot scale,
All the shavings I saved in this pail.
The picture of beauty and grace,
Standing here with me face to face.
Oh thankful am I you have this one invention,
As precious as gold, the most usèd convention
It allows me to make sure you do what you’re told,
Praise the Lord your volume can now be controlled.
A gift for you to make thee sing,
A gold, diamond encrusted ring
Now tell, was it as good for thee,
As I have found it was for me?
By Chris Cunningham
Goodbye...And FUCK YOU!
You fought with your mom
You wanted to leave
To run away
And never return
Two days ago
I was your savior
You told me that
I made all your problems
Float away
Two days ago
Then you talked to her
Today i stand
Forced apart
Labled obsessive
And possesive
Two days ago
She fed you lies
Which you ate
When have i ever forced
You to come over?
The time you spent with me
Was mutualy arrived upon,
And even your idea.
How did you put it?
Oh thats right!
"I don't want to go home"
Two days ago
And now I sit
Accused by you
Of stealing you
From your family
Thanks for the vote of confidence
If thats how you feel
Then kiss my ass
If it's that easy to turn you,
I could probably win you back
But I dont want to
I'd much rather spend my time
With someone who can trust me
And won't drop me at the flick of a wrist
Nov 2005
Will you notice when I'm gone?
They say, all good things must come to an end.
Was I ever wanted? Was I good enough to be around?
I tried to stay strong, I tried to be everything everyone ever wanted.
I ended up with nothing myself.
I haven't been true lately.
I haven't really been myself.
I am lost.
I am trying to find myself, but with ever step i take, the world gets darker.
I get more scared with every second passed.
I wont forget. I never forget.
I wont just push it into my past.
Regrets, faults and tears.
I never let things go.
They're always here tearing me down.
Faster and faster I fall.
All my worthless words cant even add up to a part of how i feel.
It doesnt matter if you read this.
It doesnt matter if you care.
I dont want your sympathy.
I dont want your tears.
I dont want your goodbyes
I just want you to hear... If anything happends.. cuz nothing will ever be alright.
I want you to know that I love you.
Will you remember me?
Someone I really care about wrote that to me a a long time ago (long enuff anyway). Something did happen, its not alright. But I remember. Always will. It's one of those bittersweet things life's full of (along with the plenty'o'bitter things and just a few sweet things. I think I'll go stew about this and get some sleep. Don't miss the next random post, Same bat time, Same bat place!
Sep 2005
Violence ~ Blink 182
6 bottles went down the drain,
one hours waste of time,
I’d ask if you feel the same,
still pushing that chance to try,
your breath in this cool room chill,
long hair that blows side to side,
you speak and make time stand still,
and each time you walk right on by...
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
Can’t count all the eyes that stare,
can’t count all the things they see,
she kills with no life to spare,
just victims are left to bleed,
one drink and the pain goes down,
soft shadows lay by her feet,
lay soft as you slowly drown,
lay still while you fall asleep. (Fall asleep)
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
(And after…and after…and after)
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me…
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me…
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
Like violence you have me, forever, and after
Like violence you kill me, forever and after.
[Lady Voice:]
My dearest
I've missed you very very much since that last night we were together
And will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come
I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately
I've read you're letter through at least 4 times
And will probably read it more times before I'm through
I've been sitting here
Looking at you're picture and getting more home sick every minute
I've wanted that picture more than anything else I know of
Except of course you, you're self
I keep thinking of you darling
I keep wishing I could be home with you
I want to leave in the worst possible way so I could come home to see you But:
Things don't look to good on that subject
This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone I guess
I've never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now
I'm completely lost without you darling
I never realized I could miss anyone person so much
I just hope it won't be too much longer till I'm able to be with you again
And live a sane and normal life.
Jul 2005
Five Vicodin Chases With A Shot Of Clarity
After all this time of asking questions
Of trying to find something to quiet this soul
I'm left alone within my mind into this self-made hell I delve
It's not as hot as you think
More so dark and cold with no room to breathe
I'm sorry, I don't think it's going to be okay this time
My heart has skipped its final beat
It's beating me down onto the floor
That must mean that the pills are working
The glass isn't half empty this time
I smashed it to the ground a long long time ago
It shattered when it fell and I broke to pieces
Each shard's another reason, another way to give up
This skin is so tight that the air can't reach my brain
There is nothing telling my heart to beat any faster
To let me scream for help, I will never give up
I will never take the easy way out
This is life
This is struggle
This is love
This is war
May 2005
Ever notice...
your life is slowly slipping way. And no matter what you do, you can't seem to get it under control again. It feels like someone else is driving the car, and you just get to sit in the passenger seat. Everything around you is a blurr, even the people meld together to form one blurry image. But every so often, a you get a moments respite. Its the most wonderful thing in the world. After choking in a sea of death, you get a breath of fresh air. But only for a second then its gone. You have to take control of those moments. Find someone you can connect to, and connect. You might never be happy again. I think guys would like monogomy alot more, if it sounded less like monotomy. Monotomy sucks, its what drains you of your soul. It kills you, every day, of every year we got to school to learn. Classes become a blurr, weekends are the same. Life passes you by. Its not a good feeling. Then you find someone you love, and its different. Its special, its great. Then monotomy happens. Noone likes monotomy. Its the very thing we rebel againts. The idea that for the rest of our pittiful lives we will be doing the same thing. Its repulsive to think about. We thrive on change and excitment. But our society is built on monotomy. The drudging routine of life. Soon that breath of fresh air that was love, turns to a foul stench of monotomy. And its no longer exciting; its part of the norm. And that kills us. We need change, without it we're doomed. I've been told to go and live my life. But that advice in and of itself was hypocritical. A teacher, the source of monotomy cannot tell you to break the routine (especially not as part of class -the routine-). And now for something completly different. I'm drunk. can you tell? I checked this pretty good i think for spelling. No grammar tho, i suck at that sober. But now, even drunk is routine. Its boring. I changed friends, I changes what i do. I can't seem to escape the feeling that at the end of the day, it'll be the same thing tomorrow. It's maddening. I wish i had a little red button that could nuke palistine. That way the next time i heard about a suicide bombing, i would plan a bombing of my own. Except my bomb would be a little bigger. It would at least be a break from all this anti-terrpr bullshit. Nuke the bastards. In the grand scheme of things, if we launched all of our missles we would only scorch the surface of the earth. In 100 million years it would be fine, and we would be dead, I say fuck it, its not like we're anybetter than the other animals anyway. Breas got strength, we got brains. It ballences out in the end. And if we nuke ourselves we all die anyway. Great idea, this whole first strike thing is redundant. By the time i launch a missle you know its coming and launch yours. the we both die and the person who sold us the missles laughs. Well this rant went on long enough to nowhere. Just remember this: Life's a shadow of something mediocre to begin with. Why bother?
Apr 2005
Wow.....
I have now decided that on average, men are the dumbest species (I have decided we are a seperate species from women as well) on the planet. Last night a certain guy, called his girlfirend on her cell phone after we had all taken the taxi to his house to say 'I have a concusion, and I'm going to the hospitol'. Now his girlfriend, who was slightly inebriated had enough sense to call his house and from his sister, we found out that he was actually at his friends house down the road. Now, if we just do some simple math we find that:
couple+drunkenness = increased chance of getting laid vs. guys + no booze = no chance of getting laid.
clearly option one is the better option, especially considering the fallout after your girlfriend finds out that you a) lied to her and b) don't want to spend time wither and c)are to dumb to get laid. Then this genius has the nerve to call her, say and he's back from the hospitol. When asked how he came across this concussion, he said he was punched (at a family dinner, which is where he was located -according to a previous lie-) but then changed it to 'i tripped and fell out of the shower and cracked my skull' (I didn't know they had showers in restaurants). But don't worry, his skull is fine now, and you can't see the crack (not even a bump)! Bravo *claps* if your intent was completly piss off about the hottest girl I know, then you have succeded. Other wise, what a moron. At least have the common courtesy to think of a better lie, or hey! Here's an interesting idea TELL THE TRUTH!!!!! This guy manages to become involved in a realtionship with the coolest, hottest girl i know, and he screws it up. And me, I couldn't get a date if the universe was going to 'poof' out of existance unless I got a date.
"He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you as a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you." - George Emerson 'Room With A View'
Mar 2005
Baffled
You know, nothing baffles me more than the female mind. At times, it seems almost transparent, and in an instant it becomes opaque. For about the billionth time, I watched a good friend of mine be dumped by a complete jerk. Normally this is the part where the relationship ends; its not always so cut and dry, I've been there, but normally. There seems to be something about assholes though, they just have an allure (why don't I have this allure?). When an asshole uses a girl, she wants him back. I know it sucks, I know you want him back, hell I've been there. But when a girl says to me "Tell me what I can do to get him back" it means shes going to get used. He's gonna fuck you, and dump you, and you're gonna want him back again. I've seen it more times than I'd care to count. It happened again today. It was the 5th time, same guy and she knows she's being used. But she's head over heels for the guy. Every time I have to console, and give advice like 'find someone else' or 'hes not good enough for you' only to be ignored. It pisses me off to no end, and if that makes me an ass, I don't care. The only reason I keep talking to the wall, is because the other assholes piss me off more. I would really appriciate someone explaining to my, why after being played 5 times, she'd go back for more (i've only gone back for more once, and even that sucked). Anyway, heres to hoping that ricky is horribly maimed, and cannot speak, or move but is still alive, that way she wont be able to mourn him, but he'll be unable to pursue another fuckn'chuck endevor. *wishes*
Feb 2005
Chopped Liver...
Ever feel like you're completly ignored? Like when you talk to people, they aren't talking to you, they're just thinking aloud to themselves. Like when you want to hangout with them, they can never find the time, because they dont make plans in advance, they're a last minute person. But as soon as anyone else asks, they're making plans in advance. Like when someone describe the type of person they like, and more or less describe you, but they see right through you. Or when you had plans with someone, but they forgot, and instead went to do something with someone else. Its not a good feeling. People seem to have and apathetic barrier between them and the everyone else, even I am guilty of it. Noone elses feelings matter, just your own, and what your actions cause someone else to feel are irrelevent. People can be so mean, most often without meaning it, but sometimes its out of some sick sense of the need for revenge. Through personal experience, I have found that revenge never seems to satisfy its own hunger. I don't think many people will read this, as i have made it most annoying to read my blog, which i have done on purpose, because some people were spamming it, and because I just felt like being annoying. I find theres no better mood lifter, than to bring someone elses mood down with you, even if only a temporary solution. And so this hyppocrite is gonna go to sleep
Feb 2005
At the risk of being a conceited....
HUZZAH!!!!!!! *little tiny font* Subject to retraction at any time *end tiny little font*
Where the good begins.-- Where the poor power of the eye can no longer see the evil impulse as such because it has become too subtle, man posits the realm of goodness; and the feeling that we have now entered the realm of goodness excites all those impulses which had been threatened and limited by the evil impulses, like the feeling of security, of comfort, of benevolence. Hence, the duller the eye, the more extensive the good. Hence the eternal cheerfulness of the common people and of children. Hence the gloominess and grief - akin to a bad conscience - of the great thinkers.
from Nietzsche's The Gay Science
Jan 2005
A new year....
*unenthusiastically* huzzah! Another new year, complete with more boredom and aloneness then the last one. I wonder...does anyone check this blog anymore? I dont think so, i hardly check it, or post on it. But it doesnt really matter, i have nothing to post about. The highlight of december, was when i was told that i would be graded for my black belt in June. No scratch that, that was the highlight of the year. Pretty boring year. I hope this year turns out to be better, but i doubt it. They never are.
Dec 2004
YES!!!!!!
Party!!!!!!!!!!!! At my house!!!!! HUZZAH!!!!!!!!!! And ppl can crash here too! YES!!! *Looks around for giudence* *in fake suiciadal voice* I am going to kill myself *end fake suicidal voice with lots of giggles* Seriously tho, if guidence (you) are reading (does read) this, its just an outlet, as are many other peoples blog. To take the rantings and ravings of people seriously, is playing with fire. Sure, i might get depressed, and post here, but if i was going to kill myself, you wouldnt hear about it, cuz id be dead.
Nov 2004
I snapped this weekend....
I finally did it....I snapped... but imagine this:
You get to work on friday nite, and you're a little miffed cuz you wanted to hangout with your friends (i have friends ?!?). So its 5:30, and you and another person are back there, serving the public. At 6:30 two more come, but one leaves. Now you have 3 people, working on the busiest nite of the week. Disregard the fact that on wednesday (the slowest nite of the week) there were 5 people workin back there. Turns out that Sponge Bob Square Pants (the movie) opened today, and its absofuckinglutely insane, and there are all these random customers wanting to purchase food that i have to make. Imagine for a minute, a line up of 45 people at each of our tills (not an exaggeration), and the food is being purchased at a rate i can't make it at (especially not while im busy selling it). Where are the poeple who are supposed to hang fries, and make coffe, and make pretzels??? Why, you're talking to one! But Chris, arent you supposed to sell them? Yup, and make em at the same time. I use my 3rd, and 4th arms to do it. It gets confusing at times, but i manage...not. Whats more insulting, is I have managers telling me "make more pretzels!" "hang more fries!" You do it dipshit! I have guests to serve (its a catch 22 --catch 22 means fucked if you do, fucked if you dont-- because if i stop serving guests to make more pretzels, coffee or fries they'll yell at me to serve the 'guests'). But my all time favorite is "Chris, when you have some spare time, roll a few trays of pretzels and seran warp em, then you can pop em in when you need em. We arent allowed to do this normally, but since its so busy i'll let you"...KEYWORD BUSY!!! Jackass, I have a line up of 45+ people who all want their shit NOW, because they have no concept of the first come first serve rule, or an inkling of how much stress im under serving them, or a clue as to what they want. They just know they want it NOW. Why don’t you get back here and roll me some pretzels Mr. Manager? Oh yeah, I forgot, cuz you’re a jackass. From 6:30 (the first sponge bob) till 10:45 (the last sponge bob). The 3rd person, left at 9, so for 1 hour and 45 minutes, me and kyle had to serve guests alone. That’s when all hell broke loose. We’re supposed to close! How are we supposed to close, with just the 2 of us, and we have to serve guests (they come before we do). Lets tally what we have to do:
Dishes 1 hour (1 person)
Fryers (all 4) 1.5 hours (1 person)
Counts 0.25 hours (1 person)
Cut a bucket of fries 0.75 hours (1 person)
Floors 0.25 hours (2 ppl)
Innumerable little things that eat up your time.
And its 10:45 before we start any of this. Between the two of us, we have more than 4 hours of work to do, and we still gotta serve guests. By the time we actually finished closing it was 1:15am….1:15 am!!! Drive home, Shower, eat supper, go to sleep…3:00am by the time I’ m home and in bed. RING RING RING RING!!!!!!! I look up, and its 8am…8am…I wonder who this could be? I pick up the phone, and “Chris, It’s going to be busy today, we’re gonna need you for 11am.”. There is only so much I can take, but this is the 3rd week in a row they’ve pulled this crap with me. So I loose it. I say ‘Okay’ very calmly, and then put the phone down gently. It was almost like I was in a trance. I walked downstairs, and told my dad to call them, and tell them I would never be coming in a gain, because if he didn’t, The nice, shiny, orange and yellow knives behind NYF would have found new friends, in the faces of all the people who tick me off (which is a lot). But its not over yet, I’m so tightly wound, it’ll take weeks to get back to normal….