3 posts tagged “common”

Today is pizza day.
Little T and I are making pizza today.  Well, that's not entirely correct.  We're making sauce and dough we might be putting it together tomorrow.  All depends on the Terrorist's availability and want of delicious homemade pizza.  (Schedules are a bit crazy this week.)

I haven't made homemade pizza since I was like 9.  My dad and I used to make it together. 
I hope it comes out well.

The question of the day today is about reconnecting with someone (anyone) from your past.  Who and why?  Something like that.

I have NO IDEA. 

BUT...It got me thinking about one of my high-school friends.  Marie.
Marie was fabulous.  She was one of my few girl crushes. 

I found her a year or so ago on myspace and added her.  Since then we've occasionally commented each other but it was more of the initial... "Hey how the hell ya been since high school?" thing.  And really nothing since then.
This girl was amazing in high-school.  She was cute and fun and funky and completely open minded and all the stuff that I wanted to be (or do). 

The other day she posted a bulletin that made me very sad. 
Apparently she's a McCain fan.
I'm not political at all.  And unless I'm hanging out with the Terrorist a lot and listening to his political talk radio with him I have basically no idea what's going on in the world of politics. 
But McCain?  Really?
Common Marie! 

It made me so sad.  Then I realized that some of our common friends (all from high-school) are McCain supporters.

I shouldn't be surprised.  I grew up in rural Maine.  (And since Marie has joined the military and moved to Utah.)  These people haven't seen much of the world outside of their little narrow view.  (Aside from Marie, who, obviously hasn't gained much of a world view.)

I think I need to delete them.
She was so great though!!!
Ugh. 

I need to go get in the shower.  It's getting late.
(That's fucking absurd that I think 930am is late.)

Tonight kicked my ass, hardcore!

I got home at 2am, the shop closes at 11p!!!

My body hurts in ways it hasn't hurt since... since... my first restaurant job. 
I would kill for a massage right now.  I need to be rubbed in a bad way, head to toe, front to back.
I hurt everywhere. 

New Guy is a good guy and a good worker but he's a bit slow to catch on.  Which shouldn't be surprising because he's 37 and still lives with his parents. 
Not to mention that he can't do math to save his life.  Which is bad when you have to count out a till.

I'm closing with him again tomorrow night. 
It will be better though.  The airport is going to be slower tomorrow, I know that he can't add and I'm not letting him near a register during rushes (because he's not god at common sense either*, not because he can't add.)

Tomorrow is my Friday. 
I'm going to go crawl (because I don't think I can walk) into bed, pass the fuck out and attempt to sleep forever.

* When taking an order for a Carmel Shake, he felt the need to ring it up as a mocha shake (which has chocolate and coffee in it) then modify it to carmel only... instead of a Vanilla Shake (which already has no coffee in it) add Carmel Sauce.

I cried the first time I saw this video.  And the second time...  Hell, it still brings a tear to my eye.