I am so incredibly angry!  I really am sick of not making any money at work because we are slower than you would believe and getting treated like shit by some of the management/employees.  News Flash: Just because you’re a manager doesn’t mean you can walk all over your employees- part of being a good manager is running your shifts effectively… meaning not having 200 people on when we are slow, when you see that some people aren’t doing their jobs (ie: cooks) either figure out how to get them to get the food out or heres a thought; you, as the manager could actually do something other than sit and watch while you eat your 10^th free meal of the day.  Then again what would I know?  I’m just a server.  And in case anyone is wondering just how frustrated I am here is my night:  Work for almost 5 hours, have 5 tables and make $17.00… that’s $3.40/hour.  I think little kids on underdeveloped countries who work in sweatshops make more than I do.

I made the mistake of complaining to my mom about making such little money.  Her solution?  Move back to TC this summer to work because I could make more money serving there…. My reaction: I do not want to pack up EVERYTHING and move it up and down the state twice a year, I do not want to be in Traverse for more than a brief visit to see the fam; which also ties to the fact that I don’t like seeing people from Traverse meaning I would loath working with them everyday.  Bottom line, moving up there for the summer is just not an option in my book. 

I need a new job- and I don’t need anything great, just something where I can make a decent amount of money and not get treated like I’m an incompetent 3 year old.  Anybody have any ideas?

*On a good note I havent paid car insurrance in over 6 months but when I called my company they said that I am all paid up and don't owe them a dime 

"I cried to making the band 3" - haha I dont think I have ever laughed so hard as when I heard that

Tomorrow my parents are coming to visit, which should be pleasant because I haven’t really seen them since I’ve moved.  The downfalls to them coming tomorrow are A) the game is tomorrow and B) it doesn’t really matter when the game is because I have to work 4-close.  But the good news is Tim is coming down tomorrow so he and my parents can go out to drinks while I am at work… what a nice boy! 

Speaking of Tim he should be moving into his new place by Monday or Tuesday!  I just can’t wait to see Chesney, I miss my puppy!  Yes that’s right I just declared her as mine. So needless to say starting tomorrow my next few days will be filled with a lot of shopping for Tim’s place and unpacking and if I’m lucky some grocery shopping with the padres.  After all it’s for a good cause - - 3 poor college students who have been living off of noodles and cheese quesadillas haha

Justin came down tonight which has also been an overall pleasant experience.  Partially because when J comes to visit he usually buys us a nice dinner; good company and good food… I’m going to go ahead and call that a win-win situation. 

I must say it is time for another job or at least more hours at the one I currently have, somehow it seems that my checking account is constantly becoming empty and my savings is dwindling by the minute.  Wouldn’t it be nice if I was just spoiled and my mommy paid for everything I wanted?  Though I must give my parents credit they are helping me out immensely, it just seems like every time I turn around I need money for something.  Which reminds me of my experience today at the Library- not really an interesting one, but nonetheless one that just proves how Western indeed does screw you:

This story needs a bit of set up so bare with me.  I was taking Phil 350 but the 1^st day of class (a 3 hour class mind you) the prof basically said unless you have time to read this book, which is boring and hell and has a ton of old English and Greek vocab, you should drop my class.  Well of course I don’t have time with all of my other classes to read this million page book, nor the motivation- I was only taking the class as a gen. Ed.  So I come home and drop the class and try to add psychology of the sexes (WMS 350) but its all full so I just say screw it and register for Gender inequalities in education (WMS 330) thinking “A Woman’s Studies class, must be a breeze”.  Well the class itself, like what we have to “learn” is nothing but pure common sense on a 5 year old level; however, the teacher is just ridiculous.  SO in a nutshell I expected a blow off class and got a lunatic instead.  Anyways the point of my story… we have to do this group book report (like I said 5 year old level class) and so I go to the library and check out this book I need.   Needless say I checked it out and didn’t touch it for two weeks- so I go to the library today to recheck it out because it was due a week ago (and I’m thinking “weird they only give it to you for a week?”).  I hand the girl the book and ask politely to recheck it out and then she scans it and says that I can’t because I have a $15 late fee…. Now I don’t know about you but last I checked its only $.25/day for a late book so 7 days = $1.75 right?  Nope, because apparently this book was on the reserved list meaning that NOT ONLY do you not get enough time to read the book, but you also end up having to pay a late fee that costs more than the book itself.  I know this because I actually went and bought the book for $12.50. 

Notes: The Library tried to steal my money and I am blaming it on my WMS teacher because I don’t like her.

I did gain one thing from this experience: when Em and I went to Barnes and Noble to buy the book we ended up getting a lot of homework done and heard an amazing joke.

Well since I’ve gotten around to writing in this thing there have been quite a few events that have unraveled.  Probably the most significant is the fact that we have moved in and are simply in love with our humble little home.  There are still a lot of things that we would like to buy in terms of decorating but as for now we have decided to eat rather than purchase wall hangings and such.  We’ll see how that goes.  Our neighbors are amazing on both sides… its just 10 crazy women living here on the 3^rd floor…. It makes for a pretty entertaining scene when we all arrive home around 3am on Saturday mornings.

Tim came down for a few nights which was nice.  It was thoroughly comforting to see him and just be able to hang out and watch TV… we had a very lazy night and it was wonderful to do nothing but watch reruns and feel secure and not stress out about finances or school or any of that kind of stuff.

I am sick of the WMU book store stealing my money all the damn time.  I had to go and buy this stupid code for WEBCT and then I get home and try to log in with it and it wont let me because it says that the code is unauthorized… cool.  And they don’t have half the books I need and the response I get from the people working there when I ask is “well I don’t really know if we are getting that in, or when we would get it in if we were…. Wait maybe we sold out?”  I don’t know asshole you tell me, I don’t wear the ugly black shirt with the bronco- you do.

Enough ranting however because I have had a fairly good last few weeks mostly spend at Matt, Jeremy, Brandon and Chris’s place just hanging out with good friends.  J came down for a bit too that was good, he’s another comforting person to have around… very home-like… not as in the “Traverse City home” sense but I guess more in a secure familiar sense.