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You call this “service”?

So I don’t know if yall know, but this bourgie babe used to wait tables. Yup, I worked at Chili’s Bar & Grill as a waitress and as a bartender. It was one of the worst jobs ever, but I think more people should try it out. You learn a lot about people, service, humility, containing your emotions, being fake as fuck and food. Some positives about the gig was getting cash every night and having flexible hours.

I was damn good at it too. I can still remember a shitload of orders (with modifications) without writing them down. I checked on my guests and looked hot in an apron. But shit, it was tiring. I left every night smelling like fajitas, even if I never carried a fajita that day. People are shitty to you sometimes. Bad tippers come in all ages, races and classes.

That being said, I’d like to think that I’m a model diner. I have a lot of patience for waitstaff wherever I go, because I know how things can get. I, in all of my greatness, have forgotten to put in an order, taken too long to refill a drink or just been in a crap mood when dealing with customers. It happens. On the flipside, I also have a limit as to what I’ll accept. Some shit is just a bad job.

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a life neurotic

I haven’t been updating as frequently because Verizon is still fucking with me. I need a technician to come out and see why I cannot get a reliable DSL signal but who has time for that? Not me. I cannot take off a day to sit and wait for some lackey in a toolbelt to tool around my apartment. It’s inconvenient and the whole thing is awkward. I always feel like I have to clean up extra well too. As if the freakin’ Queen of England was stopping by. I’ll be finished with this internship after next week, so I’ll have all the time in the world to wait for Verizon.

Anyway, on top of not having a good connection at home, I’m just kind of stuck for something to write. Then I figured I might as well just talk about myself and how things have been going.

Let’s see. I’ve gotten back on my “get in shape grind” or at least I’m trying to. I was doing pretty well several months ago, to the point where people were noticing the change and I was fitting into things that I thought were a wrap. Then, after my schedule changed for the summer and I had some setbacks/inconveniences, I just fell off. Wasn’t hitting the gym. WAS hitting Five Guys. Not a good idea. Knowing that I was slowly starting to erase all of the work I did, I started to feel like shit and I was having bad days. Lost my mojo. Continue reading


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RW20 – Another Rant

Lame ass Will

I tried to keep myself from saying anything but this episode had me all pissed. Wednesday’s ep introduced us to the replacement roommates. After booting The Chosen One and whiny ass Joey, MTV threw two new folks in the crib: Brittini and Nick. The positive thing about all of this is that RW20 boasts the most Black folks EVER to occupy one RW house. I think the record was previously held by RW Vegas (Irulan, Arissa and Alton). Now there’s FOUR people (if you count Bree, who my girl swears is NOT Black)!

Anyway, we know Will is a lame. He has already revealed himself to be the kind of guy who probably grew up fat, nerdy and got bullied on the daily. Then he grew up and late in life, probably college, finally became hot. Unfortunately, while you can shed the pounds you can’t get rid of insecurity so easily. Will is still a fat nerd on the inside.

Add to that his simping when it comes to females. He’s so pathetic. He runs into Janelle who first appeared on RW Key West. All of a sudden, he’s in love. Two episodes later (which, even with editing can’t be more than 3 weeks) she’s officially his girlfriend. Oh, well that’s just great because they’re boo’d up just in time for the new roommates to move in. Unfortunately for Will, new roomie Brittini is his type: tall and thin, natural hair, flirtatious.

I hate Will. He couldn’t control himself AT ALL. As soon as Brittini rolled into the crib he was all “I could beat.” He lost ALL ball control over her and made himself look like an idiot. He ran to Brianna and told her he liked Brittini. He felt the girl up under the table at a club. He wrestled with her and rolled around on the floor. Shit I’m sure Janelle wouldn’t have approved of. When he was getting paralyzed from the blue balls he worked himself into, he decided that he couldn’t talk to Brittini at all. Too much to handle I guess.

Instead of taking responsibility and admitting that he can’t control himself and really wants to smash Brittini, this lame puts the blame on HER. Good thing Nick and the other roommates saw through that bullshit and called Will out for what he was, a loser.

I hate that kid, yo.

Oh. Funniest part of the episode is when Nick returns from the club with some chicks who turn out to be REVA and her ugly friend! LMAO! They’ve since been dubbed “regulars” and will forever be branded as RW20 groupies who clearly just wanna get dicked by Black guys. Oh ladies, what would your parents say?

Isn’t it annoying that Brittini spells her name that way?

Last thing, I don’t think Janelle really likes Will like that. I just think she wants to get some more of that good MTV exposure.


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