Good evening, everyone!
So, I made a big, fat
mistake this weekend. I went back to work. Okay, maybe it isn't THAT big
of a mistake. However, with my current back issues, it was. When you
bartend, you don't work from 10am-4pm. You work from
10am-whenever-you-get-the-hell-out-of-there...pm. Well, I rolled out of
there an hour after I was scheduled to be out of there. Not a huge deal,
because I ended up making most of my tips in the last 2 hours that I
was there. Sweet right? No. When I did roll out of there, I was on the
verge of tears from the pain. BLAH. What sucks even more is that I love
bartending and I can't because I have a back like a 90 year old woman.
As a bartender, I have more freedom than anyone in the restaurant. If I
have a customer being a prick, I can tell them to piss off. Every now
and then I'll get a customer from Doucheville that I get to treat how I
perceive as 'necessary'. Well, I don't necessarily "get to", but I do
anyways. Why? Because I'm sure you have picked up on the fact that I am
not the type of person that takes shit from ANYONE. I am there to make
sure that my customers have a good time. If you come in and sit at MY
bartop and treat ME like scum, well...you're going to be an awfully
thirsty bastard. You want to complain? Go for it. Do you think they are
going to fire me over it? Well, I'm not so cocky as to say that they
won't, but go ahead and try me. Just because I'm in the serving industry
does not mean that I will bow down to you. I would rather not make a
tip off of you and/or get fired than allow myself to be talked down to. I
have more respect for myself than that (holy soap box...my bad...)
Anyways, like I was saying before I got so rudely interruped
by...myself...I get to joke around and mess with my customers. When
you're the bartender, you're EXPECTED to have fun with your
customers...and they love me for this! The only reason people even sit
at the bar is to interact with the bartender. I love to joke, make
others laugh, be inappropriate, and I love beer. Could there be a better
job to put me through school?! There is going to have to be, before I
end up in a damn wheel chair. BOO.
Other than all of
that nonsense, this weekend was great. We spent last night at the
Wyoming Grandma and Grandpa's house and that was a BLAST! The Wyoming Grandma made her famous chili and cornbread. I am fairly certain that I gained 93 pounds from eating the cornbread. I seriously need to learn how to make that stuff.
We watched the
Maywether/Canelo fight at the Wyoming Grandma and Grandpa's house. The whole family showed up. Those are my favorite nights. Everyone was drinking, eating, and laughing. My husband has the coolest family. They are sooo close knit. I didn't have that much as a kiddo with my family because we lived so far from them. Nights like last night makes me appreciate my husband that much more. His family is amazing. Whenever there is something going on, i.e.--buying the fight, birthdays, Christmas Eve, New years, or anything else, they all come together as a family. No one ditches out. No one makes excuses as to why they can't come. They just show up at the Wyoming Grandma's house with beer (and wine for the husband's aunt lol) and have a good time. I look forward to the family gatherings every time. It makes me feel like a little kid :)
Since I was speaking of Doucheville residents earlier...have you ever noticed
the way Maywether acts and talks? Talk about ARROGANT! WOW! Then to
add to the douchebaggery, he has Lil' Wayne and Justin BEAVER escort him to
the ring. Maywether, if you know, you get a chance to read my blog
(between beating your ol' lady and looking at yourself in the mirror),
let me tell you something. Walking into the ring with BEAVER in your
corner is not making you look tough. In fact, it kind of makes you look
like a pedophile. Sooo, yeah...enough said about THAT.
It
has been raining here for a week and a half. Most people get all mopey
and grumpy when it rains...and then there's me. Rain puts me in the BEST
MOOD EVERRR. I love being trapped in the house when its all rainy and
cold. I get to wear my sweats and a hoody, not wear make-up, pile my
hair on top of my head, and cuddle up with the hubby. Does life get any
better than that?! The answer is no for all of you cynical asshats.
Alright. I don't have much else to talk about right now, shocker I know...so I'm going to bed. G'night!
XOXO,
Wyoming Wife
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