21 posts tagged “og”

A few things...

1.  We got the apartment, We got the apartment!!  Yay.. Go us!
2.  I quit the OG.  I guess the technical term would be walked out of the OG but really... who's counting?
3.  I got more free haircut via Shaz-a-fraz... and it looks FUCKING AWESOME.  Red, holy red! 
4.  I had an interview today and I have one tomorrow.  The one today was for a serving position at a pub & grill and the one tomorrow is for a bartender/server position at an Italian Restaurant in Hillsboro... which is kind of way the fuck out there but I'm going to go to the interview and find out what they're looking for.  If it's for a few shifts a week I could handle that. 
5.  Have an appointment tomorrow for someone to find out what if anything is wrong with my Vajayjay. 

Now... I must go to bed.  Because the interview is fucking early.

I love the fact that no matter where I go I always find people who accept me into there family.  It started with Renee and her family.  Then moved on to Nate and his family.  Though it may not be as extreme with Christopher's family I still hang out with his brother and sister-in-law more I thought I would.  Even on the ship... I found people who became my family. 

Now it's the Mckechnie-Gore family.  I've stayed here before, have met both Elaine and Andy before I arrived a few weeks ago but I was still worried that things would be awkward.  And at first they were but that didn't last long.  The kids love me, to the point where when I walk in the room in the morning the youngest yells..."It's Megan!  Look mama, it's my friend Megan!"  (It's fucking adorable) then they both give me cuddles and then go back to playing or eating or whatever it was they were doing.  As far as Elaine and Andy... I can see myself hanging out with Elaine in the very near future and Andy gives me shit like I am actually family

It's a great feeling knowing that pretty much where ever I go there is someone there who loves me.

Now I need to go get shit ready for the OG.  It's my fucking orientation and I need to be in uniform... what the fuck is with that?

I need a job. 

Badly.

Training starts at the Olive Garden next Monday.  I'd like to be working somewhere else before then.  By, say, Wednesday. That'd be good.

I've sent out a bunch of resumes but I haven't heard back from any of them.

BASTARDS!

I'm from Maine!  EVERYONE knows Mainers have a great work ethic!  Sure I've bounced from job to job a bit but there's a logical reason for every job. 

SOMEONE FUCKING HIRE ME DAMMIT!!

It's 1.23p.  Where the fuck did the day go? 

I'm at The Terrorist's place.  He's pounding out some home work.  Way to be motivated!! 

I should take lessons.

I think I'm gonna go take a nap.

Okay so it's really not as dramatic as it sounds but anyway...

I just wrote out the whole story but I have Nathan and Kathrine in the back of my head telling me how I "talk to much" so I'm going to summarize...

I was stalking Lesley the other night at work, had Hamish (the dog) with me.  Had a cop follow me.. then turn off, then a few minutes later he was following me again.  Pulled me over.  Dog started barking at him.  He informed me that my plates belong to a Dodge Caravan.  I kind of laughed at him, Hamish started growling at him.  Cop was very cool about me laughing and dog growling.  (I apologized for both.)  Tried to get registration out to show cop, couldn't do it with Hamish on my lap so I pushed him onto the passengers side seat during which he caught a glimpse of his reflection and started barking like an idiot.  Cop giggled.  (A very many giggle of course.)  Gave him reg, insu, id.  He went to car.  Came back, apologized.  We talked.  Apparently Oregon doesn't have Combination plates so when he called it in he didn't add the fact that it's a combination plate.  And the Maine passenger car plate THNX DAD belongs to a caravan.  Oops.

That's pretty much the only excitement I've had this week.  Aside from yesterday when I went to view an apartment that was across the road from The Terrorist's house.  Talk about feeling like a stalker.  It wouldn't have been that bad but I hadn't heard back from him at that point and I kind of thought I was getting the brush off.  So hanging out in the parking lot (which is a DIRECT line of sight to his apartment) while waiting for the rental lady to get there... was kind of awkward.  The apartment sucked though.  And they don't allow dogs.

I think I'm going to attempt to clean a bit.  Which really just means folding some clothes and making my bed.  But more than likely I'll give up on folding and just start piling the clothes.  Oh well.

Then it's on to Dexter.  (AWESOME SHOW)
Then Caldera. 

Exciting stuff huh?

Oh yeah... I got a hold of the Olive.  They're making me go through training again.  And training doesn't start until the 18th.  Fuckers.  So I'm applying at other places and hoping I find something before I have to start there. 
I applied to 4 today! 
Go me!

I've been here for 6 days.

I'm finally getting into the PDX groove again and I don't feel quite so much like a stranger in a strange land.  Having a car makes things very different.  As does living on the East side.  I like the east side though.

Haven't found an apartment yet.  I've got two viewings set up for tomorrow.  And I've called the OG but I can't seem to call when the General Manager is available.  Tomorrow.  The viewing's are early so I'll call in-between them.  And I'll also try my best to stop whining like a little bitch every-time I mention the place.  (Key word... TRY... I really hate that place!!)

I finally hung out with the Terrorist. 

It went well.  Better than I thought it would actually.  After chatting with someone for that long there are a lot of expectations and nerves and other icky stuff built up.  And in the past when that sort of thing has happened to me it always turns out bad.  This time... it didn't. 

He cooked.  (Awesome)  Found a wine that I actually liked.  (Even better) ... even though I'm pretty sure the persistent headache I had this morning might have had something to do with said bottle of wine.  We watched a movie and chilled, made out in the kitchen, which is always hot.  First time I've slept (naked) with someone in a LONG TIME.  Which was nice.  So yeah... I'm very happy with how things turned out.

I was all excited about getting books about Cocker Spaniels but I found out that I have a $32 fine on my library card.  That sucks!  A lot.  I think I'm gonna ask Chris if I can use his account.  (... ya mind?  ;-)

Okay I think I'm going to go look at job postings.  And maybe if I'm feeling motivated enough I'll update my resume.

I think I'm having a bit of a quarter life crisis.

Disclaimer:  It's 2 hours and 24 minutes into 2008.  And I'm blogging.  Why am I blogging?  Because I'm at work!  And since I'm stuck here tonight I decided to get stoned.  (Shhh don't tell.)  But yeah... I've got some more stoned blogging going on.

I don't know why I put disclaimer's in?  But I kind of enjoy doing it.  That one was kind of weak though. 

Anyway... moving on. 

Tonight, was by far the worst night EVER since I've been at the Olive Garden.  Our ticket times were averaging about 45mins.  45 MINUTES!!!  From the point when we put the order in to the point when it comes out is 45mins long.  That's absurd!!  And that was the average.  There were some that were up in the 60min range.  I have no idea how it happened.  The kitchen got so backed up at one point that we had to stop seating for a bit to let them try and catch-up.  It worked for a second or two but then ticket times when WAY back up.  We couldn't turn tables at all because the tables we had were waiting an hour for there food and they were WAITING AN HOUR for there food so they were understandably grumpy.  I didn't get out of there until 1045p.  I was supposed start working at Pro.Com. at 10p.  I knew I was going to be a little late so I told them that.  I made it into work at 1130p  but not before slamming my hand in the car door.  It hurt.  A lot.  But my hand isn't bruised.  I don't know why though.  I slammed it hard enough to leave a door framed shaped dent in my hand, that dent has been replaced with a good sized bump and no bruise.  I think I'm defective.  I don't bruise properly. I'd be the perfect battered wife.  Push me around all you wan't and there wont be a mark on me.

Anyway... I can't say that 2007 ended on an extremely great note.  But that was just the last few moments.  They don't really count for much anyway.

I worked with Xavier again the other night.  He's so beautiful.  And I love his name.  Granted this is a name that I gave him but I think that that is just a minor detail.  His real name is pretty cool too but not as cool as Xavier!  He has to be dating a hostess.  Blech.  Oh well. 

HOLY FUCK.  I just looked at the calender and aside form it being 2008 (wow, time flew) I also realized that if I sleep when I'm planning that's in 2 and a half weeks!!  Fuck that's soon!  I'm getting nervous.  Well, I've been nervous.  But I'm getting even more nervous.  Katie's freakin' out on me because she doesn't want me to make the trip alone (she's worried I'm gonna end up dead at the hands of a deranged trucker..  And because she thinks I should take the southern route.  Which I can't say I disagree with but I'm going to be smart about it.  Thanks to tonight at the OG (even though I didn't make as much as I should have) I made enough to hit my $2000 goal!  Woot woot!  I'm very excited.  I wanted to call the mechanic and set up an appointment to have him put my car on the computer and talk to him about what I should do to my car but I couldn't find the phone number online and I couldn't get a hold of my mum to get the number before I went to work.  I'll get that done hopefully by Wednesday.

Shit.  The night is basically over.  I don't know when that happened but I need to go.  Jesus... what have I been doing with my time?!  I started this blog 4 hours ago.  Damn.  Okay well I need to go attempt to clean out my car.

First I have the obligatory rant about the weather....

It's fucking cold out!!  Very Very Very Fucking cold out.  And I fucking hate it.  And it's snowing and I hate it and it's cold and snowy and ...yep... you guessed it... I FUCKING HATE IT!!!

Phew... not that that's done...

Tomorrow.  I thought I had the day off but I don't I have to work at the service for 6 hours.  Blah...

Tomorrow I would like to...

~Go To Bank.

    *Deposit Money in "Get out of Maine fund" bringing the total to $1851.54!!!  Woot Woot.  Yay... So close to $2000!!!

    *Deposit Money into regular account.

~Go to The OG to put in days I can't work in the blue book thingy.

~Do some laundry.

~Remember the other stuff that I'm supposed to put on my to-do list. 

~Sleep More.

I think that's it.  And if it's not, oh well I'm tired of typing.  Peace.

Disclaimer:  I'm pretty, fairly baked.  That's basically the disclaimer.  I'm baked and I'm about to blog.  So if you don't want to hear about my sex life (or lack of one), my money issues of late, or my ...... my something... then avert your eyes for the next little bit.  But if you're interested in those 2 (3) then read on!!

Okay...

My feet hurt.  Exciting stuff, huh?

I think I've been cut off. I had a Thursday rendezvous thing going with this guy, let's call him OMS.  Well he and I had what I thought to be a good (great) thing going on but due to circumstances beyond my control he had to stop our carnal couplings.   The circumstances.  He had a "close call."  His words, not mine.  Something involving this wife and his chatty program on his computer.  Not really sure what, but I'm 89.3% sure I'm not going to hear from him again.  Which really does suck.  In fact, it really does suck a lot.  Because, well, the sex was really good.  And It was a good little routine we were in, and I'm still going to be in Maine for a few weeks so what am I supposed to do until I leave?  Nate says to find a replacement but I think that's just a little silly.  I'm gonna be leaving in a few weeks.

I wanted to have $2000 saved up for when I left Maine to travel west.  And I'm almost there.  I think I'll make it by the middle of next week.  Then from that point everything that I make that I don't have to spend on life things will go towards fixing my car and getting a car stereo/mp3 player.  I was worried I'm going to have to push back my departure date from around the 14th to around the 21st because money was really bad at the Og.  But I've made more this week than I thought I was going to, partially because of a few busy nights and partially because my dad and Nate's mom both gave me Christmas gifts of cash which I wasn't expecting.  So I think I'm going to be okay but I might still have to push back the departure date.  Though I don't know if it's because I need the time to get more money or because I'm kind of starting to freak out (a bit) about this whole driving cross country thing.

So as I've mentioned before my dad gave me a car!  Yay!  Go dad.  With this car he also gave me some snow tires which I picked up yesterday, brought them to my mum's proceeded to jack up the car, remove the tire and when I went to put the snow tire on...  it was the wrong fucking tire!!  So I took my mom's car, went back out to Whitefield, swapped the wrong tires for the right tires, went back to Chelsea fixed the tires and was done.  But the point that I forgot to make was on my way back to my dad's house, when I was driving my mom's car I was pissed that I had to go back and I was FLYING down these country roads in the middle of Whitefield.  The normal speed limit is 40 I was going around 65 or so.  Anyway... I went by a car so I slowed just a bit then about 10 seconds later I went by another car... before he even went past me the blue lights were on.  I freaked out.  Slammed on the breaks and waited for him to flip a bitch and pull me over.  But HE NEVER DID.  Got about 20 ft past me and shut his lights off.  Yep... I got out of a speeding ticket for Christmas!!!!

Xavier worked tonight.  God he's so fucking sexy.  I think I ran into him at the Udder Place the other day.  But frankly I was really stoned and kind of paranoid and I saw "him" out of the corner of my eye and I was to convinced it was him to actually look.  Fuck he's sexy.

I'm going back to Oregon!!  I'm going back to Oregon!!!  I'm going back to Oregon!!!

I've been using OkCupid a lot lately.  Well when I say a lot I mean I go on it a lot and see who's stalking me and check out there profiles and then possibly talk to them if they're funny and interesting and cute.  And so far I've met two guys. Well three but the third has kind of dropped off the radar.  He'll be back at some point I think.  The first I "met" a long time ago.  When I first ended up in Maine and hadn't switched my profile back from PDX.  We'll call him "The Terrorist."  He's hot.  And very much like a hard core version of Nathan.  He and I have been very flirty for quite some time and I can't wait to go and get a beer with him.  The second I "met" just a short while ago and I haven't come up with a nickname for him but it's most likely gonna be something like "emo boy" or something because he's a touch on the emo-ish side (at least looks that way).  Anyway... he seems like an uber cool cat too.  Totally different from the terrorist which I guess wouldn't be hard to tell based on there nicknames alone.  They're both in Oregon, the terrorist in PDX and emo boy in Eugene and I"M GOING TO OREGON!!!  So yeah... I can't wait to actually hang with them.  Hopefully they're as cool as I think they are cause it's really gonna suck if they're not. 

Okay I think I'm no longer really stoned.  Well that's not true but I'm not as insanely baked as I was before.  And it's late and I've written a lot and I think I need to go to bed cause I work both jobs tomorrow.

Okay so that's a slight exaggeration but I do feel a bit brain fried at the moment.

I've never been a heavy (reefer) smoker but over the past year or two I have definitely started smoking more.  (At least when not on the ship.)  But with Nate's birthday and not working at the og, and my Thursday lunch date with OMS being moved to Wednesday I was basically stoned for 3 or 4 days strait.  My brain has turned to mush.  I need to cut back and let my brain recover.

... And I'll start first thing tomorrow.  ;-)