Interview and Vacation

Something happened earlier this week that set me out on a course to find a new job. I have applied at several places and yesterday I got a call back from the one place I didn't expect. I got called for an interview with the High Finance restaurant. Any Albuquerque locals know that this is the restaurant on top of the Sandia Peak accessible only by the Sandia Tram. The name says it all! This could be my chance to make some money as a server!
Another thing I get to look forward to is leaving on vacation tomorrow, if you can call Wyoming a vacation. I think just having the chance to leave Albuquerque is enough of a vaction for anyone. Ravyn and I will be leaving tomorrow for my hometown of Lovell, WY (population 2000, 1992 of which are Mormon). My parents and sisters are already on their way up there from their homes in Texas. My parents will be staying with my grandma and Ravyn, my sisters and I will be staying at my cousin's. This will be the first time I see my family in over a year and a half.
I'm so excited!
I know after about 4 days though, I will be ready to get away and miss them from a distance again.
I know there is internet access at my grandma's, since she runs a trucking company out of her home. I will get online to check for comments and e-mail and hopefully post up a few pictures of the trip! Take care and talk to y'all soon!
(I say all that like I have more than 2 readers on my blog.)

Huzzah!

I had a productive day. I made decent tips at work this evening (even if I did screw up a credit card) and I finally cleaned my aquarium earlier today. :)
It really doesn't take a lot for me to feel like I had a good day.

BIRTHDAY!!!!

It was 22 years ago today that the world received it's greatest gift.
That gift was...
Yes, you guessed it.
That gift was Me.
< /ego>

Roommates.

One of the things that everyone should know at some point in their life: Never let your friends move in with you! It does not matter how desperate or sad they may seem. Them moving in will only invite pain and misery upon the entire household.
Ravyn and I learned this the hard way recently when our friend Melanie moved in. She had recently been living in Arizona and had moved back to New Mexico after getting out of a bad relationship. She had moved in with a friend with benefits and her boyfriend just over the mountain from Albuquerque.
One day Ravyn gets a call out of the blue from her telling him she's back in town and would like to see us. We drive the 30 miles over there and hang out for a bit. It was nice seeing her again.
Less than a month later, this supposedly perfect relationship between Melanie and her girlfriend has gone askew when the girlfriend's boyfriend decides he hates Melanie and wants her out. Melanie calls us in tears telling us how she has to be out by that night. We feel sympathetic and agree to help her out.
It sounds like a good deal at first. I will help get her a job at the restaurant I work at. She has been receiving food stamps and will help us with that. She says that she wakes up everyday at 6 a.m. and makes breakfast and she does all of the cleaning at her girlfriends' house. She says she can take the bus to get to and from work. We agree that we can all get along because she can help out in the apartment and pay $50 a week in rent.
This arrangement was good for about the first month. She got the job at Bravo. She helped us get groceries with her food stamps. She... trashed our computer room when she moved into it. Ok, so two out of three ain't bad, right?
Well, when she got the job at Bravo and was no longer unemployed, she called to inform the food stamp office. They told her they would cancel them and that she would have to reapply. No big deal, right? It was. Two months later and she still has not even bothered with them again.
She did live up to the promise of making breakfast in the mornings. It is only for herself though and she has an issue about actually cleaning up the kitchen after herself.
Remember the bad relationship she had just gotten out of? She decided to give this woman our phone numbers. She would spend hours on our phones screaming at her or being screamed at. She even had her ex send her a Sprint phone so they could talk. She would cry and get angry everytime she spoke to her but she wouldn't hesitate to run to that phone every time her ex called. She also would cry about how much she missed her girlfriend who had thrown her out without blinking and how much she cared for her and how she was waiting for her girlfriend's boyfriend to get a job so she could go back and live with her girlfriend again. So much drama.
Oh, and remember the whole using the bus thing? Yeah, she's lived with us since Febuary and has used the bus less than ten times. She doesn't seem to understand that we did not agree to be her chauffeurs for everywhere she wants to go. The 50 dollars a week does not include gas prices for driving her everywhere.
Now she is staying with her new girlfriend most of the time and just comes home on days she works doubles so her girlfriend doesn't have to waste gas driving from the back end of Rio Rancho into the center of Albuquerque. She only made about 60 dollars on her paycheck today and because of this she does not believe she needs to pay her rent. Must be nice to have such an awesome living arrangement.
Point of the story: Don't let anyone move in ever.

I hate my job!

I felt like just filling this up with 38 paragraphs of "I hate my job!" over and over, but it just wouldn't explain anything.
I almost feel like a rape victim. I feel like this job has taken away my ability to take care of myself financially. If it wasn't for the help of my mom, I wouldn't have been able to pay anything towards the rent.
I made a total of 18 dollars take home pay today. It figured out to be just over minimum wage hourly pay. This is not just today, this is a trend over months.
I was also called in early today because, "We have a 25 top coming in at 11 and you're gonna help with it! Get here early!" Fred says. I get there to help Patricia and one of the guests tells her something came up and only about 3 more people are going to show up on top of the 6 that are already there. We take apart the tables and reset them back into normal 4 tops just as about 7 more people and a baby show up. We had to use all four of Patricia's tables to seat a 13 person party. How sad. I told her it would be pointless for me to even bother helping with that party because we'd only make about 20 dollars each and it was not worth each of us being screwed.
My section took forever to be seated because I was in the back of the restaurant and nobody wanted to sit in the back of the restaurant. The people that did were campers. I had one woman come and sit at one of my tables for about 10 - 15 minutes before the other guests in her party arrived. They did not like that section so they all moved after I had gotten them drinks.
This is ridiculous.
I need a new job yesterday.