I'm not sure how much more I can write about. I've tried to streatch these out. But I guess my last one was a bit longer than I expected it to be.
Currently I am fighting time. I have a lot to do in a short period of time. And blogging isn't helping I know.
Not only do I have to a lot to do, but I wasn't able to get outside much today which I'm not too happy about it. But as soon at tonight is over, my work load will diminish. Then exam week. Or hell week. Either one. Then- HOME! For a week anyway then GERMANY! Yay! and Austria! and the Czech Republic! and Hungry! Needless to say I am so excited to be going to Europe. And yes, I will rub it in.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I just happened to be browsing the latest posts that people have made when I came across Lauren's. Unlike her, I still have yet to figure out what my body needs. I'm quite jealous that she is able to know exactly how much sleep she needs, & how she feels if she doesn't get it. I on the other hand am completly out of touch with my sleeping needs. It varies greatly. It depends on what I've done that day, what my previous night was like, I never quite know how much is enough. In high school I'm pretty sure that I had insomnia. Freshman year anyway. I would get ready for bed, & then just end up laying there all night. At around 4 or 5am I would start to get a little tired, sleep until 7:50am get out of bed, throw on some clothes, brush my teeth, wash my face & walk the 50 feet it took to get to my classes (going to boarding school has some perks). Then the beginning of this semester, I could not stop sleeping. Every chance I could I would nap because I was always so tired. & now I'm reverting back to my old ways that seem to pop up ever few year, I'm back to sleeping 4-5 hours a night. Maybe one day I can finally figure myself out! I hope so.
So I lied. That wasn't really a summer memory. I got carried away & decided that talking about the people I worked with was enough information for a post. But here is my summer memory from last year.
It was sometime in late July. The air was really starting to get humid & heat lighting was regular. I was working a double & it was time to tip out. As usual we do our side work, then head for a table in the back to do our roll ups. This is usually when plans are made for the rest of the night. Preston, Samantha, Steve & I crammed ourselves into a booth & got started. We were discussing how slow today was since it was nice out & on days like these people head to the beach, all of two miles away. After discussing the rude people we had to serve & the latest drama we began to figure out what we were up to for the rest of the night. I had been working there long enough to know to bring a set of clothes when working the dinner shift because one never knows what to expect after work.
So an hour later I found myself at Preston's house. Sam had to go home to change, Steve had to pick something up at his house, which was only a few blocks from Preston's & I didn't really feel like driving to my house all to just turn around. Preston lived in a walk-in basement near the down town area. It wasn't very big & I soon got bored of sitting in the small living room while he showered, we serve olive oil with cheese, garlic & cracked pepper & rolls, so by the end of your shift you reek of oil. To get to his house from the street you have to walk down the sloped driveway & his front door is on the backside of the building. So I took his bulldog & sat out on the driveway waiting for Steve & Sam to get there.
I could hear the ocean in the background, & Preston signing in the shower. Across his back yard his neighbors were having a cook out & the smell of fresh burgers & cool beer lingered in the air. I could also make out the faint noises of drunk people moving from one bar to the other a few streets away. His dog nudged me with his cold wet nose. Everything seemed perfect at that moment, the noises were perfectly in sync with summer & the sweet smell of the shower mixed with the bbq across the back yard. I wasn't sure how long I stayed there, sitting in the driveway, palms down, head hung back. It was so relaxing after being on my feet all day. That was one of the best moment I had from last summer.
It was sometime in late July. The air was really starting to get humid & heat lighting was regular. I was working a double & it was time to tip out. As usual we do our side work, then head for a table in the back to do our roll ups. This is usually when plans are made for the rest of the night. Preston, Samantha, Steve & I crammed ourselves into a booth & got started. We were discussing how slow today was since it was nice out & on days like these people head to the beach, all of two miles away. After discussing the rude people we had to serve & the latest drama we began to figure out what we were up to for the rest of the night. I had been working there long enough to know to bring a set of clothes when working the dinner shift because one never knows what to expect after work.
So an hour later I found myself at Preston's house. Sam had to go home to change, Steve had to pick something up at his house, which was only a few blocks from Preston's & I didn't really feel like driving to my house all to just turn around. Preston lived in a walk-in basement near the down town area. It wasn't very big & I soon got bored of sitting in the small living room while he showered, we serve olive oil with cheese, garlic & cracked pepper & rolls, so by the end of your shift you reek of oil. To get to his house from the street you have to walk down the sloped driveway & his front door is on the backside of the building. So I took his bulldog & sat out on the driveway waiting for Steve & Sam to get there.
I could hear the ocean in the background, & Preston signing in the shower. Across his back yard his neighbors were having a cook out & the smell of fresh burgers & cool beer lingered in the air. I could also make out the faint noises of drunk people moving from one bar to the other a few streets away. His dog nudged me with his cold wet nose. Everything seemed perfect at that moment, the noises were perfectly in sync with summer & the sweet smell of the shower mixed with the bbq across the back yard. I wasn't sure how long I stayed there, sitting in the driveway, palms down, head hung back. It was so relaxing after being on my feet all day. That was one of the best moment I had from last summer.
The last of the summer memories.
Last summer was probably one of the best summers I've had in a long time. I worked as a waitress, which was a change for me because getting a summer job is nearly impossible & I always have to end up working for my dad. Working outside of the family business is great break. I met so many people. & I realized that almost everyone in the restaurant business has a troubled/interesting past. Most of the waiters there had been in rehab or were still struggling with demons. One day I came in to work just like any other day & a few minutes later Brandon (my fellow co-worker) walks in with this massive glasses, the ones that girls wear. His knuckles and cheeks are swollen and red. I'd never seen anyone's eyes that color. It was like someone took out his eyeball & painted it red, purple, navy & yellow & stuck it back in his head. His eyes were so swollen that there was no indent, his face was all the same depth. Needless to say, our manager Tom wasn't too happy that he was down a waiter for a few weeks while Brandon's face & hands healed.
He wasn't the only one who had problems. The take out kid Keaton had a parole officer. I had to sign a piece of paper for him saying he had gone to a.a. or else he was going to go back to jail. Then there was Steve. He had been homeless for a few years while his mother dealt with her battle with heroin. I don't think I have ever met a more dysfunctional group of people in my entire life. We even had a dramatic romance going on. Kitty & one of the cooks in the back, Pedro began this passionate romance. The only problem was that Pedro was about to get deported, his green card was about to expire. I remember sitting & talking to Kitty about her predicament. Pedro had wanted her to move to Mexico with him, but she felt that it wasn't a good choice for her 3 year old daughter. Pedro understood but was clearly still heartbroken. I can't forget the night someone came to the restaurant to come after Steve. I'm still not sure what the guy was after but he came around back to the dumpsters. Steve decided to protect himself with our mini-desert holders, which is basically just a chandelier looking thing which tiny martini glasses (filled with desert mind you) hang off of. With all of this drama & trouble pasts you'd think I worked at a fast food joint. Wrong. The restaurant I worked at was actually a nice place. Think of the Cheesecake Factory without all the decorations & the massive amounts of cheesecake.
That summer was great. We even had a local musician in our bunch. After work we'd go to the Pickled Onion (no idea why anyone would name a bar that) & watch Dan play. He even played in Boston a few times. Although all of these kids (no one was past the age of 25) had so much trouble in their lives, for the most part they were trying to clean themselves up. It was a hell of a lot more fun than working for my dad, that's for sure. Although I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be glad to hear about all the things that I witnessed.
Last summer was probably one of the best summers I've had in a long time. I worked as a waitress, which was a change for me because getting a summer job is nearly impossible & I always have to end up working for my dad. Working outside of the family business is great break. I met so many people. & I realized that almost everyone in the restaurant business has a troubled/interesting past. Most of the waiters there had been in rehab or were still struggling with demons. One day I came in to work just like any other day & a few minutes later Brandon (my fellow co-worker) walks in with this massive glasses, the ones that girls wear. His knuckles and cheeks are swollen and red. I'd never seen anyone's eyes that color. It was like someone took out his eyeball & painted it red, purple, navy & yellow & stuck it back in his head. His eyes were so swollen that there was no indent, his face was all the same depth. Needless to say, our manager Tom wasn't too happy that he was down a waiter for a few weeks while Brandon's face & hands healed.
He wasn't the only one who had problems. The take out kid Keaton had a parole officer. I had to sign a piece of paper for him saying he had gone to a.a. or else he was going to go back to jail. Then there was Steve. He had been homeless for a few years while his mother dealt with her battle with heroin. I don't think I have ever met a more dysfunctional group of people in my entire life. We even had a dramatic romance going on. Kitty & one of the cooks in the back, Pedro began this passionate romance. The only problem was that Pedro was about to get deported, his green card was about to expire. I remember sitting & talking to Kitty about her predicament. Pedro had wanted her to move to Mexico with him, but she felt that it wasn't a good choice for her 3 year old daughter. Pedro understood but was clearly still heartbroken. I can't forget the night someone came to the restaurant to come after Steve. I'm still not sure what the guy was after but he came around back to the dumpsters. Steve decided to protect himself with our mini-desert holders, which is basically just a chandelier looking thing which tiny martini glasses (filled with desert mind you) hang off of. With all of this drama & trouble pasts you'd think I worked at a fast food joint. Wrong. The restaurant I worked at was actually a nice place. Think of the Cheesecake Factory without all the decorations & the massive amounts of cheesecake.
That summer was great. We even had a local musician in our bunch. After work we'd go to the Pickled Onion (no idea why anyone would name a bar that) & watch Dan play. He even played in Boston a few times. Although all of these kids (no one was past the age of 25) had so much trouble in their lives, for the most part they were trying to clean themselves up. It was a hell of a lot more fun than working for my dad, that's for sure. Although I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be glad to hear about all the things that I witnessed.
Continuing with my last post, my favorite summer moment of '07 was a day I spent on the beach. I was at my friends house which is right on the ocean, it's amazing. After a while we got bored of just laying out & wanted to do something a bit more active. The beach her house is on isn't very big, and a bit set in, but there are a set of rocks that are placed as a sort of protection so the beach won't get pounded by waves. Well, when the tide is out the rocks are a lot more accessible. So as a way of getting off our asses we decided to go walk on them. That led to jumping off of them. Most people don't believe me when I say that it does get hot in Massachusetts during the summer. & although the ocean water doesn't get very warm, after laying out in 90 degree weather the cold water is a good shock. Eventually our legs got a little numb after jumping in so many times. Once we got back to the beach we realized that our legs were bleeding everywhere. Barnacles don't hurt as much when you can feel from the waist down.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Three times in one day?! Crazy I know. After I blogged about summer being here, I began to think back upon my favorite summer moments. I'll start with summer of '07. I had just come home from working at my dad's store. It was a shitty night, someone was probably walking in at 10:58pm (we close at 11pm) and couldn't figure out what kind of beer they wanted, and then decided they had the munchies & couldn't find a suitable snack, taking another 10 minutes to find just the right kind of chip. So as I pulled into the drive way and found my older brother Jim, his childhood friend Harry & our cousin Brad smoking their cigarettes & sipping beer, I was ecstatic. There was a heavy fog which brought in the ocean smell & a distant thunder storm; it was a warm humid night, but it felt amazing. After a few beers inside we set out to find the Frisbee & headed outside. The storm had passes just as we got outside, but the pavement was still steaming, the cool rain had beat upon the cul-de-sac which had the hot July sun baking it all day. As we walked down the drive way we were greated by the steam from the road. As we began to throw (?) the glow-in-the-dark Frisbee around heat lightning & thunder filled the skies. It was truly beautiful. I live on this massive hill (second highest in my town thank you very much) so the lightning seemed so close & the smell of the Atlantic is always strong when a storm comes in. So there we were, playing Frisbee with ice cold beers in hand in what seemed to be the clouds.
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