Monday, June 13, 2011

Corporate Equals Shit

I have never, in my 8 years of working in the restaurant business, felt like I did today.  As you all know, for the past month and a half, I have been working at Friday's. I have been making alright tips and new friends there and I was actually starting to enjoy being back in the fast paced hospitality atmosphere...until this afternoon, when I thought I was going to smack the living piss out of someone if they even looked at me funny.

So, all of the policies changed recently...no facial piercings, no visible tattoos are allowed to show...etc...Well, one afternoon, about a week ago, as I was getting ready to cash out, a fellow female coworker says to me, "You know you arent allowed to have that in, right?" (Because I had forgotten to take out my nose ring earlier that day) and I nodded and said Yes...So, I go into the office to turn in my paperwork and money and the new female manager says to me, "If you are not willing to abide by the new corporate policies, then when you leave today, then you can stay gone." And then she proceeds to tell me that said coworker brought to her attention I still had in my nose ring, and I shrugged it off like it didnt matter. Ok, first off, I never said it didnt matter...I just didnt find it necessary to remove my piercing since I was cashing out and leaving...So, female manager basically told me to remove my nose stud right in front of her...So, I did...But, umm...really? I was done with work and I was going home...Was there any other reason she was telling me to take it out in front of her other then because she could?? Fucking bitch. How come I get a ten minute lecture on a nose stud but another girl can have her tattoos out in plain sight? She has tattoos on her wrist and no one has said anything to her about them...but the rest of us with tattoos have to wear long sleeves...or take out piercings or cover them with band-aids but since she's one of the closest friends of the girl who tattled on me, its ok? No, its not fucking ok...its hypocritical bullshit.

So then, the other night, I put in a to go order for one of the hostesses and fucking forgot to hit the to go button on it, even though it was labeled 5007 on the screen in the back, which is a to go order...but noooo...it didnt end up in a to go box and a male coworker brought it out to me and handed me the plate and I was like, oh snap, thats a to go, let me throw it in a box...But before I could do so,  he snatched the plate out of my hands and walked away shaking his head...Dude, really? It was a fucking accident...There is NO fucking need to act that way...it was a straight up mistake, that I was going to correct, that wasnt a big deal to begin with...fucking relax. 

Then theres a female bartender that I think feels like shes better then everyone else and can do no wrong and talk to who she wants however she feels like...Example? Yes, I have one...So the other day, I walk past the bar after dropping off some stuff to a table and shes standing behind the bar with a bottle of sanitizer spraying the air,the bar and the beer taps...I kind of raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was spraying everything that comes in contact with peoples mouths...and she says, in the nastiest tone ever, "Dont look at me like that..." and continues spraying chemicals everywhere...Seriously, you fucking cunt? You are doing something you shouldnt be doing and when I give you a quizzical look you act like what you are doing isnt stupid and I am the dumb one for looking at you, confused...Come to find out, she was spraying bugs that were flying around because theres a fruit fly problem around the bar...everyone knows it, even guests because well, you can fucking see them...Dont they make traps for those kinds of situations? I wonder what Eco Sure would think of that if they walked in there while she was doing that...Fucking dumb ass. 


So, as I'm cashing out today, pain in the ass female manager asks me if our GM talked to me...and I said No, because he didnt...and she hands me a piece of paper...I read it...And apparently I am snotty to coworkers and there was a guest complaint because I was snotty to them also. SNOTTY?! The fucking write up said I was snotty, exact words...Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now?? I do NOT talk down to people or give guests attitude, or coworkers for that matter! Why would I treat guests fucked up when they are the ones currently paying my bills?!!? Why would I give them attitude when I know its going to matter when it comes time for them to tip me??? HOW STUPID IS THAT!?!? So I signed the stupid fucking write up even though I should have waited to talk to my GM...But again, I have a feeling it wouldnt have mattered to him anyway because its alright for other coworkers to give straight up attitude to other coworkers and talk down to people, right?? Of course it is.   -.-

I am already seriously fucking sick of this place and I have only been there for a month and a half...Nothing is equal and its absolute SHIT...its always corporate this and corporate that...but its not corporate...its favoritism and its WRONG. It just makes me want my own bar and restaurant sooner so I dont have to deal with the nonsense of being someone else's puppet...a nameless, faceless flair covered fucking robot...I just feel like if youre going to have rules, they need to be enforced and everyone should be included...not just a select few people...

Here is the definition for the day: The notion of "micro-management" can be extended to any social context where one person takes a bully approach, in the level of control and influence over the members or member of a group. Often, this excessive obsession with the most minute of details causes a direct management failure in the ability to focus on the major details.

I fucking hate people...I really do. But I need this job...There isnt anything I can do about it except suck it up and deal with the fucking abuse. 


Continuing to be a slave to society, 
-J.C.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

It's Worth It All

All of my memories keep you near...
And the stars shining in the sky remind me that everything works itself out.
A gentle kiss confirms it.
Darling, you know I love you till the end of time.

There is so need for fighting. No need for worries or doubts or explanations.
Just close your eyes and feel the way the night wraps you into its blanket of velvet navy skies.

Feel the way it makes your soul sigh with relief.
There's always time to worry about things.
But there's not enough time to be together...
We will grow old...so lets enjoy each other while we still have each other.

Lets live our life with no regrets...no missed moments...
Hand in hand walking together toward the end of time...
Never looking back and wondering " What if......?"

And in these silent moments, I close my eyes and listen to my heart beating with its imperfection ...I see your perfect blue eyes, that still take my breath away...gazing upon me. And when I see you smile at me, while the world spins around us, it reminds me again and again and again...

Its all worth it.



Painting sunsets over sheltering skies for you, 
-J.C.




Monday, June 6, 2011

Shallow Water

Nothing matters when the one you love is fighting with you. Nothing. Not the pain in your side, not the taste of blood in your mouth, not the way your lips are numb...nothing. 
All you want to do is curl up in fetal position and cry yourself into a sleep where you dont dream so there is just silence. Silence that resembles the quiet of a snow storm. Soft, colorless...and silent.

There is nothing worse then the way it feels when you watch them leave after an argument. The feeling of uncertainty...you become tired all of a sudden and weak...your stomach turns and retches bile into your throat...Cold sweats followed by the shakes. Sometimes tears comes, sometimes your face aches too much and they burn your cheeks, sometimes there isnt tears at all...All dried up...

Then after the hurt and sad pass, anger swells...You clench your fists until your knuckles turn white...You bite your tongue until blood pours from your lips...you say things you know you shouldnt be saying but because all you see is red, they spew out of your mouth like hot venom that burns your lovers soul with every syllable. But you dont have any feelings right now...just anger and disgust...so you proceed to throw up word vomit.

Its just not a nice feeling...and I am sure many of you have felt the same way I do right now. Just so overwhelmed by the fact that someone can just walk away from you and not tell you they love you...just because they are pissed off there was a disagreement. What if I died in my sleep...and the last thing you remember is leaving me sitting at a table, in a white dress...and not telling me Goodnight and you loved me before you left...That image would haunt you for the rest of your life. The woman you love would be gone, and you would never be able to tell her you loved her ever again...

There would be forever regret.

I would be a bride that never made it to say her vows...I hope they would bury me in a wedding gown...with flowers in my hair. 

This is me just being dramatic...I am sad and this kind of thing happens when I get hurt. 



I am going to bed...going to cry myself to sleep, where I dont dream... just so there is silence. 
Soft, colorless...and silent...like a snow storm.



Trying to tune out the ringing in my ears, 
-J.C. 

Summer Sets In

The cold winter has finally broke and summer is settling in over the Hudson Valley. I am so glad for the warm weather and sun. So so glad. 

There has been much going on...

Working at Friday's is paying off, although I am going to have to quit Cumberland. Fridays has me scheduled full time hours and believe me when I say I make more money there in 2 weeks then I think I have made from Cumberland since I started in December. NO joke. It's actually starting to get Adam and I caught up and I even have a little savings. Just a little bit, but its a start. 

Theres so much that I have to save for...The wedding, buying a house... (apartment first though, pleasssssse asap!) that sometimes, while I am counting out the jar, I get slightly overwhelmed by how little is actually in there. But I guess its better then nothing?

I have off this Wednesday and Thursday...and I am seriously really wanting to go to the beach to just absorb some of its power into me. I need the sun and the sand and the surf washing over my toes. I need to lay in the sand and take in the sun and I need to build sand castles and I need to kiss Adam on the shore...mmm, beach heaven. 
I always get so much clearer and things flow out of me easier after a beach trip. It has something to do with the air or the water...or something...But all I know is that I sit in front of my laptop and I cant work on the second book because there is a fog that has settled over the Elsewhere that doesnt want to leave. It may have to do with the warm air and the cold ground...but I am pretty sure its just crazy ass writer's block that doesnt want to quit it. So, in short...I need the beach please...And this Wednesday is going to be in the upper 90's at Seaside...so maybe, juuust maybe....depends on how much money I make tomorrow at Fridays, i guess. We shall see. 
I feel good, you guys...really. I dont think theres anything to be upset with right now. Im working, like whoa, just like I wanted...I have THE best hunny bunny everrrr...Money in my pocket, coffee in my mug, a book to read and cigarettes to smoke. Oh, and I have a bunch of strawberries on my plant outside...they are so cute! And they taste like summer. I cant wait for the rest of the garden to do its thing...I am so excited about it. It looks really good...theres a ton of plants in there...I am super excited about the watermelon though...I have never grown melons, so I am kind of anxious to see how they come out. 

Anyway, 
I guess thats enough out of me. Sorry its been so far between journalings...Like i said, Im working a lot and I forgot how much the restaurant business wears you out. 
Swimming in the Elsewhere's fog, 
-J.C.



Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Old Habits Die Hard

I have another story to share...

This one takes place when I was 15 turning 16 years old. I was a Junior in High School and I met, who I thought, was the most perfect boy ever in existence. One night, on a Valentine's Day, this boy gave me a ring. It was a silver Claddaugh ring that he slid onto my thumb...and on that thumb is where it stayed for 9 years. 

Never moved. Never came off. 

I have permanent indents on my left thumb because of it. 

I never have taken it off since the day he put it there...not even when I got engaged to previous people...there was nothing or no one that could take it's place.

But....

20 days ago, I took off that ring. I placed it on my end table...and there it sits. It doesn't belong on my thumb anymore. It no longer has a place in my heart...Things have completely changed...


Its not that I wont keep it. I'm not going to throw it away...Its just...that habitual materialist thing isn't a part of me anymore. 

I have actually found the most perfect person in existence...so the ring he slid onto my finger is the one that fills my heart...

The Claddaugh ring has been replaced.  



Living and loving more completely then I have ever before, 
-J.C.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Confessions Of A "Greedy" Girl

Everyday, after I leave work...I drive down this one road...The same road, every night...even though its slightly out of my way. Why? There is this house, that is for sale...Cheap and wonderful and perfect. 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, all wood floors, 1,960 square feet and a huge enclosed porch and it sits on an acre of property. It was 255,900$...and they reduced the price so much that its now 214,900$...

They would want 10,745$ down and the monthly payment would be 1,545.29$ a month. That's what a big apartment rental would charge a month. But if we did this, it would be OURS...all ours...

BUT...It's not plausible to do that right now. Money is tight...My phone just broke...There are so many other things that need to get paid up...I need a car...

But, still...every day, i drive past this house...I look at it...I yearn for it...I imagine Christmases there, sitting in the living room cuddling and looking at our tree,  planting gardens in the spring, sitting on the enclosed deck, that I would turn into an indoor garden/breakfast nook, drinking coffee in the morning with Adam, cooking Thanksgiving dinner in the huge kitchen for our family, painting the entire house and Adam's cheeks, bringing home our first newborn baby and having a perfect nursery for it,  Adam could have a garage and I could have an office to write in. There would be BBQs in our awesome backyard complete with volleyball. 

And then reality hits me...I cant have it. It's not mine and I shouldnt imagine creating memories there because, like i said, it isnt plausible. 

And even though I know this, I still drive past it...I still watch the price continue to drop...I still hope, maybe, somehow...

-shrugs-



With greedy eyes, 
-J.C.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Aches & Pains

Warning: This is me bitching....

My entire body fucking hurts. Everywhere...my ankles, my knees, my hips, my back and shoulders, my wrists and my neck....everywhere.
As wonderful as it's going to be getting everything taken care of, getting a great apartment, finding a new car etc...I would very much like to be alive to enjoy it. 

I've been having more and more frequent heart issues, that I haven't mentioned to anyone because i dont need anyone worrying about me. But it's like it cant keep the beat steady, ever. I seriously dread going to Friday's because of the stupid fucking "training" I am having to complete before they will let me on the floor alone and before I am allowed to keep my tips. So, the said dread turns to anxiety and before you know it, BAM....helloooo super palpitations.And it lasts the entire time I am there...

But I have to do it...I have to go through with it...I cant give up...I need this job like I need oxygen...I have to keep going, keep doing it...turning everyday into 13 hour work days if i need to...I have to.... even if it kills me. 

I just hope things start getting taken care of soon... I hope Adam and I can get enough saved to get an apartment, so we can move in together...I want it, so bad. I want it way more worse then I want my heart to beat correctly...


I just dont want to wear the bottoms of my feet to the bone, because thats what it feels like, right now...I have a blister thats throbbing...and I am too scared to pop it because I am going to be working 13 1/2 hours straight tomorrow, and I dont want it rubbing on my work shoes. Those shoes already hurt like hell. 

I need to eat. I have so much shit on my mind today that I forgot to...


With eyes burning and joints aching, 
-J.C.