Friendmate

I started at the new restaurant job this week. I was a little nervous at first with what I perceived to be lack of direction in training, but I forgot it's always like that.

Throughout my shift today I heard periodically, "I fucking hate this place!" and "It only goes downhill from here." It made me a little uncomfortable, but when I think about it, everyone who said that wasn't a former employee of Hell (the old restaurant). There is a reason nine people quit in two weeks.

My first floor training shift tonight went pretty well, I became a little more familiar with the register, which is completely different from Hell's POS system. I ran out food, talked to guests, attempted to better learn the menu. It went much smoother than I thought, but I guess by this point I've had the experience.

Lindsey and I have been talking about moving in together, and not only is the idea exciting, it's also feasible. I slightly overestimated the cost of rent, utilities, gas and whatnot each month to determine what kind of position I would need to be in financially, and I would have to have a monthly income of $1,100 - $1,200 to move into a two bed, two bath apartment in the complex she currently lives in. That means I would have to make about $300 per week, or $60 per shift. It will take a little while for me to get established at the new restaurant, but not very long, and I can start saving up to pay off the credit card.

We started discussing the living situation because Peter, her brother, is on the lease of her apartment right now but plans on renting a house from their dad with his girlfriend and her sister. I'm super stoked about having a roommate that is also a best friend, and also having my "own" place (i.e., not at home with the parents).

So that's in the works, in the not too distant future. In addition, Stavros' pool party is on the 21st, and I foresee lots of alcohol and sunburn. Consequently, I envision a slightly awkward drunken conversation (as I choose to have them while intoxicated so I feel less embarrassed) about my feelings regarding Mr. Amazing, who will also be there.

But who knows, maybe not. My self-restraint is so powerful that even when I want to give myself a swift kick in the ass to get things moving along, I still bite my tongue. I mean, you know, when it comes to things like this. Pete sold me some Xanax tonight, which I take only rarely when I'm overstressed to help wind down, so maybe that will play into it.

Otherwise, consider me very opinionated and chatty while mildly intoxicated.