I made these, which means I am an ~*artist*~
this is about working like a job, right? either way, it applies
Before I get to my brilliant George Orwell life references, I will address the "feelings" part of the subject. If you have read either of my serious posts (here and here), you know I have been going through some stuff all up in my brain. I say this lightly, but it has been, and still is, a journey that I have really been trying hard to improve upon. That being said, I have been much more of a delicate flower as of late than I'd like to admit. Thus, when I spoke to my grandma today (it was her birthday! happy birthday to her!) and she mentioned somebody told somebody told somebody told her that my blog was funny, I immediately started tearing up. Oh, feelings of approval! She then continued by saying how my uncle wrote a book and I should talk to him because she always knew I would be successful and I should write a book. ("Write a book for teens or young ladies!" "My favorite part was about you watching TV in your underwear, how silly!") Before this thought was complete, I was full out bawling. Oh, emotions! Ladyfeelings! By the time I was done crying, it was two weeks later. Just kidding. Point is, be careful being "nice" or "supportive" to me, because you will likely have to pull what my grandma did, which was get off the phone in a hurry. Same if you're "not nice" or "are average" around me. I'll probably still cry. I'm fun!!1
Now THAT'S out of the way, time to discuss all my jobs. There will probably be a series coming out soon called "Hardware Store Chronicles" which will be (spoiler alert!!) older hick men saying racist stuff and me staring at them. So it's a must-read, right? Also, update: Second job in question? I'm a waitress. At a country bar. I'm like a less hot Sookie Stackhouse minus the gap in my teeth and the vampires, at least so far. (FINGERS CROSSED.)
Here's the rub. A: Waitressing is hard. B: The uniforms 98% of the foodservice industry, including myself, has to wear... just, what? I look like a boy going to his Bar Mitzfah but he's not biologically Jewish just adopted so it's really awkward for him. I don't think they make flattering dress codes for servers, which is a huge bummer since we're relying on tips. So here's where George Orwell comes in, along with my voodoo ability to predict the future (yet unproven): Mark my words, there shall be an uprising amongst the service industry for better uniforms before better wage.
To make this more Orwell-y, I'll throw in the word proletariat. Also, this:
"And shall I still be allowed to wear ribbons in my mane?" asked Mollie.
"Comrade," said Snowball, "those ribbons that you are so devoted to are the badge of slavery. Can you not understand that liberty is worth more than ribbons?"
And I close this section with: Yeah, bitch, I READ Animal Farm.
Now, "The Like"--a list of other things I have to say that don't have a category.
- I got another tattoo today! Needed to get my sugar skull touched up, so to make shop minimum I got my motherland tattoo I have been wanting.
- In the past two weeks I have swam in Lake Michigan twice, both around 3 AM. Oops.
- Someone suggested I should do a style blog and I'm still laughing. You do know I wear the same rotation of like four dresses all summer, right? Also, see above comment about my Bar Mitzfah.
- I'm thinking of renaming/redesigning the ol' blog. I'll either keep you updated or I'll forget and it will suddenly be different. The latter is more likely, but I feel like you should know that by now.
- My little notebook I carry around with me is getting obnoxiously full of ideas for stuff to write about, so get ready.
Alright, kiddos. That's what I've got for now. I head to Minneapolis tomorrow for the rest of the week to finish moving my stuff home, so it'll be a busy one. Hopefully I'll also have some antics to write about when I get back as well! Hope everyone had a great Shark Week.
QUICK CLOSING POLL: If I posted an end of summer playlist, would you download it? Clap once for yes. I can hear you. Trust me. Winkface.
