Thursday, March 11, 2010

I have a confession.

So I have a confession to make to the world, and it's quite embarrassing on my part. I know I do it, but I never realized I did it until lately. I don't do it often, but I can't believe I caught myself doing it. I currently work at a restaurant as a server and a busser. Lately I have been bussing a lot more, and I find bussing quite a boring job. I constantly find needs to entertain myself whether it's with coworkers or just by myself. And it wasn't until recently I started noticing that I find something else quite amusing.
When I am bussing a booth that runs along the wall of the restaurant, the process of cleaning the tables off are extreme. Since we are not allowed sit in the booth to wipe down the back of the table we are supposed to reach over and clean the back of the booth table. This is where my entertainment comes.
Do you want to know? If you can keep a secret.

While wiping these tables down I find it funny, since my behind is already in sight (refer to picture above) I sometimes decide to perk up my little toosh to give it a little extra flare. I do not know why I do this, but I find it extremely funny to do it when there is a table sitting right behind me. I always out the corner of my eye check and see if anyone notices. Whether they notice or not I find this the most hilarious thing ever. I don't tell anyone at work that I do this, so according to them I have the best table wiping technique ever!
I have recently discovered that this probably isn't the best technique because I have been drawing some more unwanted attention from my coworkers including weird looks. I think I should tone it down a bit, but it is quite funny to find out if people look at all. Ha ha. So if you ever enter this restaurant and happen to see a girl wiping down a table with her behind proudly hanging high in the was me.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010


Since I haven't updated in awhile I thought I would reflect on a moment that occurred a few months ago. It was a chilly winter evening, and on my way home from the Art Institute of Awesomeness and I was in need to stop by the nearest CVS pharmacy. Without releazing that I had put my cellphone in my lap, I exited the car, and before I knew it my cellphone just dove right into the storm drain right below me. Awesome. Right? What do I do?
So I naturally start getting on the ground of the parking lot, in my cute little skirt, trying to see my phone. Don't worry it was extremely dark outside at this time. Frantically looking for someone to help, I thought my phone was a goner. Then, a lovely good Samaritan finally gave me a hand. As she called my cellphone, I notice how the storm drain below just lit up! Phone found, but now how do I get it out?
I make my way into the store and ask the manager for a broom, one of those gripper things, anything. He then gives me a brand new gripper thing, and I successfully retrieved my phone with the help of my Samaritan. When I finally got my phone, don't worry heavy sanitation was then put into action. But hey I didn't have to get a new phone, and it still works great.
Seriously, why does stuff like this always happen to me? It's like I just call it on to myself. Good times.