She Stole my Energy drink...so now I have no energy

The past week's taken a lot out of me. A lot of change. A lot of reflection. A lot of questions. I have a lot of thinking to do, and not a lot of energy to do it. A second wind needs to kick in.

My Brother, The Graduate

Little brother's officially a high school graduate....I'm proud. Come August, he'll be joining us big kids as a college freshman at the UW-Madtown. I've got one year to show him the college ropes...

...And I'm employed!

Just as I was mentally preparing myself for yet another week of tireless restaurant stalking, I received a beautiful phone call informing me that I am now officially employed at portabella's.

After I fill out my paperwork tomorrow, I will allow myself a victory strut down State Street, passing all the restaurants that wouldn't give me the time of day, and I will say...I got myself a job...what now suckers!

I'm Jobless and My Ceiling Bangs

So who knew it was so freaking difficult to land a waitressing job in Madison? It seems like I missed the hiring window when I wisked myself away to Mexico, but come on man! I mean, yes I have no waitressing experience, and yes my only restaurant job is 5 years ago as a perkins hostess, but seriously, I would be the best damn waitress around. I'll even smile and make witty jokes and make you feel loved and that you are my one and only customer that matters. The hiring process at restaurants is not what I would call systematic or organized. They basically can afford to wait til they need someone and hire whoever happens to walk in the door for the 10th time at the moment they happen to be looking...and someone always walks through that door.

And as I'm sitting here, waiting till the hour of 2 so that I can go harrass these restaurants...once again...during their quiet hours, there is an intolerable banging that has persisted for a good 4 hours-since 830 this morning-above my bedroom ceiling. I can't figure it out. Is it furniture moving? Some kind of heavy machinery? A dance troup? Stomp? Whatever it is, it needs to stop. Pronto