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| Since school's started back up at Rice, I've been hearing about all the fun times the seniors are having already - and me, sitting in an empty apartment in a completely foreign city, starting a completely new program - I wish I was there spending my last year with them too. In a way, I really regret graduating early.
I miss houston. the closeness, the familiarity, the people.
Hopefully I'll grow to love Austin... although I decided that if we ever play Rice, I'm totally rooting for my owls - even though we'll 99.999999% for sure lose :D
in other news...
Fell asleep during my white coat ceremony today. So tired already.
but if that's any indication of what life's going to be like for the next four years, I'm going to be out on a long hiatus.
I'm re-retiring from xanga... until maybe winter break :)
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Where I was last week :D
My last week of waitressing was followed by a week long road trip... I'm exhausted.
Five 12-hour shifts within a span of 7 days.
The boss had told me that she was going to work me to the bone my last week but I thought she was kidding. I'll probably miss waiting on cranky customers when I go back to Austin, but as of now - I NEVER want to waitress again.
Maybe I'll switch to bartending :D
Canadian Rockies: What I learned
7. I'm kind of in love with Montanian roads. With a speed limit of 75 mph, you can go almost 100 mph without the fear of being caught 'criminally speeding'
6. I hate Idahoian drivers. Slow-ass drivers who consistently drive 5 miles under the speed limit on a single-lane highway that's only 55 mph anyway. You do not know how angry this made me - especially when I really want to get home. Especially when the roads are plastered with 'do not pass' signs. Especially when I'm hungry.
5. Vans are not so bad. They have great acceleration.
4. After four days of sleeping in a tent, in subzero temperatures, I have never been so glad to be back home and sleep in peace without wearing 3 sweatshirts, socks, and a big jacket.
3. I grew up in the Bay Area where the schools are 60-80% Asian... But the number of Fob tourists I saw truly overwhelmed me. Every single destination we went to was packed with hundreds of camera-wielding Fobs disobeying signs, wearing fob clothes, speaking too loudly in Fobbanese and being way too touristy. and for once, I actually felt a bit embarrassed to be Asian.
2. Canadians have the best accents - so subtle, but it makes them seem 50% hotter...
1. I am probably the best marshmallow artist ever to roam the planet. Observe.
The Beaver
The Penguin
I'm really glad to be back home though. A week of no technology, seeing the same 3 people over and over again, and being caged up for over 40 hours in a car, can drive a person insane.
and so I leave you with this...
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| The sweetest thing
An old couple came into the restaurant the other day. She was bent over almost 90 degrees and leaning on a walker for support while he shuffled along slowly beside her. Even though he too had difficulty moving around, he pulled her chair out and gently guided his wife into the seat as he pushed her in. His hand trembled as he picked up the menu and I soon realized that he was hard of hearing after having to repeat myself a few times before he understood me.
Throughout dinner, they kept stealing glances at each other, smiling, and occasionally klinking their beer glasses to celebrate their 52nd anniversary. Though their bodies were both worn down, and though they probably weren't as strong, as limber or as attractive as they were when they first met - they were so happy together and treated each other with such tenderness that it made me tear up.
and I realized... that's what it means to truly love and to cherish one another, through sickness and health, for better or worse, richer or poorer - til death do us part...and that's what I want because how often do we see that anymore? With a divorce rate of 50%...
it seems like people just don't try anymore.
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| My boss's relationship with the dishwasher/assistant chef
some kinky behavior has been happening in the kitchen the past few days.
Observe.
Background:
- Boss is a tall, pretty high-strung fobby Korean male. He's married with 2 kids but spends 6 days a week (9AM-11:00 PM) at the restaurant. I spend 8-12 hours there and am already going insane.
- Dishwasher/assistant chef is a petite hispanic male, is apparently single (as he keeps telling me), is a bit seedy looking and also spends 6 days a week (9AM-11:00PM) at the restaurant.
- Both speak in pretty broken English.
- A few weeks ago, Boss started firing a bunch of people so he is now the head kitchen chef and spends nearly the whole day holed up in the small kitchen with Dishwasher/Assistant.
I run back and forth between the floor of the restaurant and the kitchen to get orders/beverages/etc - these are some of what I see during my time in the kitchen...
Observations:
The past few weeks: Boss and Dishwasher have been becoming better friends as Dishwasher becomes Boss's right-hand-man and rises to Assistant Chef
Four days ago: Boss and Dishwasher are singing a song together. (badly.. but trying).
Two days ago: Boss and Dishwasher leave the premises together to "take out the garbage" (you need two people for this?)
Yesterday: Boss is tickling Dishwasher.
Today: Boss slaps Dishwasher's butt. They giggle.
Maybe they are just being friendly with each other. Maybe physical communication is easier when there is a language barrier.
Maybe they should stop spending so much time together in such a confined space.
Can't wait to see what'll happen tomorrow *snicker*
to clarify the last entry a bit :)
that question was
purely hypothetical and came up during a discussion I was having with
someone earlier that day - I seemed to consider emotional attachment as
a bigger deal than him and I was wondering if it was just me xP thanks
for all your comments though, now I can legitimately tell him that I am
t3h wins :D
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| Gave my 2 weeks notice yesterday. Felt so good - can't wait til August when I can have a social life again.
At work...
- Our dishwasher/assistant chef gets hurt at least once everyday without fail. He is covered in bruises and his arms have many scars.
- I constantly smell like soy sauce. People spill soy sauce and I have to clean it up, then I have to bus/wipe the tables and wipe/refill all the soy sauce containers where I get even more soy sauce on me. It gets on the floor, in my clothes, on my shoes - no matter how careful I am. I feel so salty at the end of the day
- It's so draining to have to look upbeat and cheerful all the time. I'm so dead afterwards and I get really grouchy when I get home...or maybe I'm just tired from standing for 10 hours - at least it helps the glutes harhars
I thought I had more, but I guess my brain is ready for bed.
I've been wondering though... if you're in a relationship, how far is too far before it's considered cheating?
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