Dear Lasagna,

Would you mind cooking yourself while I go answer the door?  It’ll only be a few minutes.  I just have to get sleep to leave.  All you have to do is turn the oven on (remember to turn BOTH dials to turn the oven on and set the temperature), and put yourself in when the oven’s ready.  It’s really easy.

Much appreciated,

Charlie.

PS.  If I’m not back by the time you’re ready, would you mind taking yourself out as well?  Thanks.

Dear Sleep,

I mean it.  Seriously.  Go away.  I mean, the lasagna’s not going to cook itself.

Thanks,

Charlie

Dear Sleep,

Stop knocking at the door.  I won’t be ready for you until at least 9pm.

My sincerest apologies,

Charlie.

PS. Are you the reason that my doorbell now sounds like a lullaby?

Dear Customers (though, I’m supposed to call you “Guests”),

January sucks.  Believe me, I know.  Your kids have gone back to school, back to elementary, middle, high and “higher education” and you probably just paid for school supplies, maybe some clothes, maybe tuition.  You just spent more money than you care to count on Christmas/Hanukkah/other holiday presents, preparations and celebrations.  And that’s in addition to rent and mortgages, debts, bills and the general sensation of the economy crashing down around you.  I get it.

Even so, I would very much appreciate it if you would bring your friends into the restaurant where I work, order a lot of food and finish off by tipping your server at least 20% of the bill.  I can promise we’ll have plenty of tables for you to sit at.

With much gratitude,

Charlie

PS. If you can call into the survey using the number at the bottom of your receipt and give your server a raving review, that would be fantastic.  Unless your server is a pathological liar whose name starts with a ‘Vic’ and ends with a ‘tor’.  In that case, feel free to act upon your own desires.  These desires may include such things as throwing your drinks in his face, complaining to the manager and introducing him to your very hungry pet tiger.  Use your imagination.  I would appreciate that even more than I would appreciate your business.

One of my favorite places to go for jewelry is the sale/discount racks at Claire’s and Icing.  (I did once go into Delia’s and found some great pieces for $4 each that just need a little TLC.  However, I went there today and there was no discount jewelry. *very disappointed*)  Normally, I look but that’s it. I don’t find anything.  I just enjoy looking. Today was different.

Icing, $6.25

Claire’s, 6.25

I’m wearing the second necklace (they’re both necklaces, in case you couldn’t tell) now. I am so excited about these.  THEY’RE SO…AWESOMELY FUNKY. (And the first necklace – the round one – kind of reminds me of the necklace here.  Or at least, something she would wear.  And let’s admit it – we all could stand to take a leaf out of Kendi’s book.)

PS. Sorry for the crappy quality. Phone camera. (I’m too lazy to charge my camera battery and then take a quality picture for you. But I assure you that in real life, the necklaces are not blurry and do not have a grainy quality to them like the pictures do.)

I’m very happy. :D  THEY’RE JUST SO WEIRD!

Here, I have to remind myself that most people are human and have therefore gone through – maybe – a similar situation themselves. This makes me feel less like a fuming two year old.

Charlie!  Hey, there.  What are you doing up at 2:32 in the morning?

You know those days (rather, nights) when your head is just so full of thoughts that however much your eyes might be threatening to close, your brain just won’t allow for sleep?  Yeah.  I hate them too.

Shortly following this blog, I’m going to blog about how I’ve been a huge hypocrite to one of my friends, but here I’m actually going to talk about how I’ve been a hypocrite in a slightly smaller way to the same friend.  I keep telling her that she needs to forgive and forget when I can’t seem to do the same myself.

I don’t know if you remember, but a couple months back, I had a huge blowout with…someone I used to know (and then there’s the part two).  I fear this entire thing makes me sound like I’m two years old, but…it’s been a couple months now (when was that posted? Feb? March?  I’m not sure) and I can’t seem to let it go.  This is the only occasion where something like this happened and I carried it around for so long.  But…I can’t seem to figure out exactly why I can’t let it go.

My first idea is that the issue is unresolved, or at least, in my head.  I mean, the entire event came to a conclusion but there are so many things that I want to say to her.  I want her to know that it was unfair for her to push for my roommate to accept her apology like she did and then avoid us for the three or four days following the “you walked on my clean floor with dirty shoes!” event.  I want her to know that it was in those days when she wasn’t talking to us that I came to the realization that she wasn’t someone I wanted in my life.  (Weirdly, I happen to know for a fact that she thinks it started much earlier than that.)  I want her to know that I think she’s disrespectful (and that I happen to think she’s a horrible person for it).

I don’t want her to hate me, per say.  I just want her to know that I think about as much of her as she thinks of me.  Lastly, I want her to understand that I never used her.

There’s also the fact that I want to piss her off.  Sometimes, I think (very briefly) about posting a Facebook status, either song lyrics or…something in rant-ish form, that specifically relates to her, just in the hopes that it will make it’s way back to her and will make her mad.  However, I will not let myself sink to her level, as she made a comment on someone else’s status saying that she knew how it felt to be used and walked on.

In my own quiet way, I guess I do *gulp* hate her.  And I know I need to forgive her.  Don’t get me wrong here.  When I say ‘forgive,’ I don’t mean, “Let’s be buddies!”  I just want to accept what happened and be able to…just forget about it.  I want it to be able to say, “Remember that time when….?” without stirring up some funky emotions.

I want to be able to leave it in the past, but instead, I keep bringing it up in my mind, turning it over and over.

I know that forgiving someone isn’t an easy process.  However, I sometimes feel like forgiving her now would be like stitching up a bullet hole in someone’s shoulder without removing the bullet first.  There’s so much I want to say…But, at this point, I think it’s better to let sleeping dogs lie.  There’s no point in telling her this.  She’ll just respond and instead of removing the bullet, all we’ll be doing is just pushing it deeper.

This was one of the things I miss about school.  There was a woman I worked with there that I became friends with.  She was my voice of reason.  Whenever I had a problem like this, I would talk to her.  (She would also talk to the girl in question, and I could get information on the state of the girl’s mind by talking to this woman.  And I do miss that.)

I just wish there was a 12-step program for this sort of thing, you know?

Live and Learn: Real-live, Not-on-a-Phone Interviews

I had my very first real-live, not-on-a-phone interview the other day.  It was for a foodrunning/table bussing position at a restaurant.  Yay!  Sort of.  I’m not hugely excited about it, but 1. it’s better than nothing and 2. honestly, I don’t think it’ll be that bad.  (Mostly because I would get paid $400-500/week.  I’ve NEVER gotten paid that much.  IN MY LIFE.  Once, I worked a job 9-5, 5 days a week for six weeks and I barely got $500.)

At any rate, I did that interview and now I got a callback from another place for an interview.  This place is MUCH more convenient – I can walk there, should the weather allow it.  At any rate, it’s so easy to get there.  I can bike there when everyone go off to New Hampshire in a few weeks.

Still, I have to get the job so…

Things I learned from my first real-live, not-on-a-phone interview:

  1. Bring your resume.
  2. Smile lots.
  3. DON’T SLOUCH! (Did I slouch?  I don’t know.)
  4. Make sure you talk lots, but without interrupting him.  (There were a couple places in the conversation that I could have said something, but I wasn’t entirely sure that he had finished talking.  I didn’t want to interrupt, you know?)
  5. Try not to sweat.  It’s hard in this heat, but I can’t help but feel that it took a couple points off my uncalculated score.
  6. Make sure that you have the names right of the companies you worked for.
Things I did well (I think?)
  1. I smiled!  YAY! Points for me.
  2. I was relatively eloquent.  Surprisingly so for me, anyways, given that I usually stammer when I’m nervous or upset or anxious or…I dunno, breathing.
  3. I did jump in where he began talking about taskloads and how, in catering, there’s always things to do.  That was good.
  4. I think bringing my own bottle of water and refusing his offer of a glass of water was good.  “Hey, look at me being prepared!”
  5. I was early.  Not sure how early exactly, but I was early.
I think that’s it.  It wasn’t a very long interview.