A few things have happened. Got my last paycheck from my old job, got chewed out and threatened at my current job, about to apply at a new one.

On Father's Day, Edna, the inbred redneck retard who gives birth to defected offspring due to drugs, finally chewed me out. Edna has absolutely no stress control - after for 3 hours in 100 degree weather, busting my ass bussing tables, seating people, asking people to get up and stop saving seats and running the line, she has the nerve to tell me when the line was dead to get to work, that Chad had been busting his ass all day and I'm just standing around.

I was standing around with Chad as this was happening. Anyway, Edna left in a storm, and I got Chad out of there and sent him home. Good good, no?

At about 3:20, Bobby my assistant manager called me into the office, let me know that the drawer was $19 and informed me that I was going to pay for it.

For 3 months with my last management, and a year or two with Colin, my drawer was never short, except when people were stealing from it while I was running it. I told Bobby that he could go fuck himself on the $19, I wasn't the only one running the register.

He then informed me that he, Leroy and Lola NEVER make mistakes on the register.

Fast forward to Monday. Lola gives $2.26 cents change to a person who gives her a $50. Should be $32.26, so the drawer was $28 or so dollars long. They called back and asked for it, so yeah, Lola made a mistake. Bobby's logic is flawed.

Back to Sunday. I said I wasn't the only one touching my drawer, I will NOT be the one held responsible for it, Lola has made management errors in the past and it's the cost of doing business.

He'll let it slide this time. Fuck him, I got pissed and almost walked out.

At around 3:00, a little earlier, she comes in exasperated saying that "someone is going to have to make banana pudding." I was register bitch that day, salad bar/prep was not my responsibility.

4:00 rolls around, Edna whispers to my boss that I didn't make banana pudding. She asked me why not and if my salad bar was OK - and Edna said "yeah."

Lola kinda "hmmphed" but made me make banana pudding. I was never so fucking pissed at the time, I made those banana puddings in about 30 seconds, I am not kidding.

I confronted Edna after my drawer (after 2 or 3 people were on it, and one was my boss who was exasperated enough to sign someone's credit card authorization slip during the day) was $5 short. Not my problem. She got defensive even before I addressed what the problem was. I told her there better fucking be 3 banana puddings and 3 crocks of lemons, otherwise her ass will be fired.

Needless to say, the salad bar was full, and it was made, after hassling from Lola. Sigh.

This weekend: Warped Tour, running a carnival for the debate kids, and extra cleaning at Golden Corral. Ooooh, it's going to be fun fun fun.

So how are things with Sabrina? I love her, but there are a few things that could be better, and I know Sabrina is unhappier.

A week or so ago I took her to the ER, she just wasn't in good condition - apparently it was just that something was swollen and the doc told us to STOP WHAT WE WERE DOING.
and, she wasn't pregnant.

Back on the 30th of January I wrote that I loved how Sabrina fell asleep in my arms. At the time, I was selling things to support myself, and slept a lot and goofed off a lot. I had no other obligations to anyone at the time, so I could lay around all day with no worries.

Things are a bit different now. When I'm in work mode, when I get up, I GET UP. I don't set my alarm clock an hour before I need to get ready so I can lay around and stretch. It doesn't work for me, that's not how I swing. When I work, when I go to sleep at night, I go to sleep. Cuddling is OK, but there's a way to do it. People can't be face to face falling asleep next to each other. Cuddling from back to front works.

My bed isn't great either. We need to flip the mattress, possibly get a new one, and a few other things. We might move the room to how it was - maybe move the bed a bit closer to the center of the room and have the TV and spare desk on the other side of the room.

A few sexual things - none of your damn business, things her and I can work out, hopefully. One night, I tried something exciting, you know, maybe we'd get caught or something, but she didn't give me much of a response and just watched a movie we put on. I'm sorry, but when I'm engaged, I'm fully into it, I don't think about other things, we'd be in a lot of trouble if I was. =(

I don't know, she's wanting a lot that I CAN'T give right now. I can't give 7 nights a week, and 5 is seriously pushing it, especially for a fat guy like me. Also, I know she does a bit, but a lot of the times I'm doing a LOT of the work. She complains I'm drenched in sweat after I'm done. I wonder why?

Tulips. Musn't forget. On father's day, after just about everyone was asking something of me, she asked me to go see a movie in Sherman with her father and immediate family. I was tired, bitched out at work, family wanting things from me (and doing things without my PROCLAIMED interest in it, more on that later if I remember). I did it because I love her - and I knew that she didn't do anything else for her father. They played phone tag and both missed each other, so miscommunication insued... so I saved the day. I bought the tickets to the movie for everyone involved and we watched and enjoyed "Batman Begins," which is very good, BTW.

On the way down, she asked me when I was going to bring her flowers. I didn't mean to snap, but I did. I just felt like she was asking A LOT. If she wanted flowers, great... I don't want to rant, because I love her so much and she's not worth ranting bad about...

She did take me out the other day. It was definitely an experience. Never been to the lake before. She decided she wanted to take a muddy way to the lake, so I got into muddin' mode and my rear wheel drive truck got stuck in the mud. Lucky for me, someone got me out and it didn't do too much damage to my bumper. Yay :)

She took me to a cafe and I got a chuck steak, which wasn't great but wasn't bad either, then we watched the sunset in the lake... and wouldn't you like to know :) I'll never forget it.

But still - her being here ALL the time is really getting to me. I don't know if I had written this or not, but Shauna brought Sabrina some liquor one night after I got done seeing her - I just got done pulling a double at the QI and at GC, and was about to do it again, so I was just gonna go home and sleep. She called me a little while later, told me she was drinking... and I didn't know what to do... so I picked her up and brought her home. We talked for a bit and I suggested she bring a few things over and stay a bit.

For the past month or so, you almost didn't see me without Sabrina, except for 2 days for a couple hours that she went to a show and I went with Charlie. We may as well be married.

You get tired of your best friend when he stays a week, how would it be any different with a girl you love? She'd be out a bit more, but none of her girlfriends know the number here (a good thing, so far), so she never really goes out. I'm trying to convince her to get a pre-paid cell phone, which would help things a lot.

She's also started at CustomerLinx - more money there and good hours (at least constant hours - 1pm-9pm is by no means good hours), but she's liking it. I'm liking the time off a bit, but Justin's been here so we've been playing games.

I wanted her to go into work today so I can get a few things up for the anniversary tonight... tulips, roses, candles? Thought it would be nice, but she didn't go in and Mom asked me for a few favors. Sigh.

Lexi has a xanga that I finally found, and let's just say that I haven't seen the full Lexi, but I wish I had. She has been swearing, but hasn't been in front of me because she believed that I would make a big deal out of it.

Well of course I made a big deal out of it, I mean, Lexi is one of my best friends, and for her to hold back things from me hurts my feelings. I don't know, but it's been interesting prying into her mind a bit more.

I don't know... I've been writing for more than 30 minutes, and that's a lot of the things I needed to get off my chest. I love Sabrina with all my heart, and things are OK - now, my Spanish Galleons, look forward to something better!