Where is my mind?

First off, I'm currently feeling the effects of my cold medicine, which by the way, I praised Allah when it was found it. Secondly, I kind of have to expel some urine. Third, sorry about giving you too much information. Fourth and finally, I'm getting this nonsense out of the way so that when I don't sound coherent in thought, you know why. Now on to the meat of this entry.

Obviously I'm sick.

*can't hold pee any longer, insert potty break*

Ahem, like I was saying, I am sick. Just a little cold with a big cough. I haven't been sleeping well and my throat is raw from hacking my lungs up every other minute. Like my many other illnesses that have plagued me through the years, this one is at it's peak at night and first thing in the morning. Considering I can't miss school, that's pretty great. At least my cold is being half way considerate.

In other news my mom offered me a "job". To sum it up I am babysitting and cleaning during the week, both of which I do anyways. She's paying me around $100 a week. I won't have to work at Burger King, although I plan on working on Sundays for some extra cash. This seems almost too good to be true. A fringe benefit is that obviously it's under the table and next year when I start the RN program it will seem as though I've made nothing and I'll get scholarships and loans easier. I'm thrilled. On the subject of school I should be studying right now, but the medicine and sickness combined don't make a good cocktail for partying.

The Beatles are the greatest thing in the entire world. Driving on the highway, windows down, and singing them at the top of my lungs, well there ain't nothing like it in the world. It works wonders for my mental well-being.

The soup I'm currently eating is superb. Honestly I think I made the perfect soup, according to me at least.

There is this old british show they play on PBS called keeping up appearances. It's hilarious.

From tv.com
"Patricia Routledge played Hyacinth Bucket, a woman who pretended to be upper-class but wasn't. To side herself with Britain's top ten percent, Hyacinth insisted her surname be pronounced "bouquet." Her attention to cleanliness, candlelight suppers, and desire to sing gave pain to her husband Richard and her neighbors.

Hyacinth, who once wrote a book of "Etiquette for the Socially Less-Fortunate," wanted to give her skills to anyone she met: the vicar, the postman, the milkman. She shuddered to think of her poor father, living in a run-down house with her sister Daisy and her bare-armed husband, Onslow. Generally, though, the likes of Daisy and Onslow would weigh out, while Hyacinth bowed out."

Apparently it was the first Britcom (British Sitcom) to air in the US.

Other than British tele and work all I've done is watch another ANTM marathon on MTV and sleep. Saturdays at BK can really wear a person out, especially trying to work around three brand new people. Not to mention the shake machine overflowing in the middle of a rush and Suzie leaving me alone without warning. All in all it tends to make for one terrible day at BK. Of course most of them are. Tomorrow won't be though. It is Sunday and Merry is working. That means sitting in the lobby doing nothing. Then when things do start to pick-up at eleven, I get to go home! I love Sundays.

Also, tonight's the night to set the clocks back, so I get an extra hour of sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a good day. I think some tortilla soup is in order to top it off or perhaps I should go to Panera and get some french onion soup. Who knows? I'm a crazy gal anything is possible.

My soup was terrible and my stomach hurts worse than before. I've talked with my mom more and decided that I'm not going to open. I don't really want to for an extra ten cents an hour. It's a bogus ploy on the devil's part. Tomorrow my mom is going to talk to her company and see if I can get a job there. Basically I would be cleaning houses, shopping, and other things like that for their patients. My mom said that the people she knows make $9 an hour. Hell of a lot better than $7.25 I say. We're not entirely sure whether I need a license to do that or not though. If I do, I can get a license after my first quarter of school and then I could get an ever better job at a hospital. If this job does pan out, needless to say all the experience I could get. FYI, that's a really good thing. Things are looking up right now.

I don't feel well. I guess that what I'm feeling right now is the beginning of the Lord Almighty getting me back for months without illness. Or maybe, if I'm lucky, I could just be having one shitty day? I'm going to have to make my own soup and I don't feel like it. I'm a big baby trapped in the body of a 19 year-old fast-food employee.

Speaking of work, it sucks already. The combination of my two least favorite people, makes the day sort of draaaggg. I have no idea what I should tell Suzie about opening. It is only a couple of hours earlier in the morning, but when I'll be up studying all night it might make a difference. I think I'm going to do it, if only for my small raise. Hopefully those hours will add up in the morning. As for studying, if there's a big test I'm taking a couple of mornings off and she can shove something hard and gritty up her fat ass if she doesn't like it. I think I'm also going to tell her I won't open on Saturdays. Sunday can be my one opening day on the weekend.

Now I have to pee, create a chicken flavored masterpiece in soup form, and save the world from the mutant uprising via the greatest X-Men game ever.

Peace out.

...in an octopus's garden with you.

I am incredibly thrilled to go back to burger king tomorrow morning. Wait, perhaps I should be more specific. I am incredibly thrilled to go back to Burger King tomorrow at 5:30 in the morning. There is just no way I am going to be sleeping much tonight. For the past month or so I've been falling asleep at two in the morning. At least I feel tired right now so if I'm lucky midnight? Hopefully.

Oh shoot I've go to put my clothes in the dryer!

Three minutes later...
Now where was I? Oh yes! Burger King will be fun tomorrow, but it will be even more fun working there on my birthday! Actually the truth of the matter is that a tiny, stupid part of me is actually looking forward to it. It's almost the feeling I used to get when a new school year started. You feel anxious, excited, and happy, but at the very same time you know that once you're a week in, you'll want to be anywhere but there. I have an inkling that I'm going to feel that way after about an hour. Unless Suzie happens to be opening, then I will feel that way the second I see her. The good news is that I will only have to open for another month or so until I start school. Then I will be trading my latex gloves for... uh well I guess more latex gloves. Good thing your skin feels soft when you take them off.

In other news I don't have tuberculosis. Frankly I'm pretty damn surprised. I was positive that I was positive, but as my best friend K Dogg always says "Only fools are positive Sara." Ain't that the fucking truth?

I hate stressing out. I am fine and then bam every problem hits me at once. My car is running good, but there are a few issues that aren't good at all, mainly costly issues. I am going to need a far more reliable car for school and it's up to me to save up for it. After this trip to New York, that's my next goal as far as savings goes.

Speaking of school, I need to take the Hesi exam so I can secure my spot starting in the winter quarter. I need to get that over with so it is one less thing on my mind. It is basically like a proficiency test, so I'm not really concerned with passing it, just getting it over with more or less. School however, is stressing me out. I'm worried that it is going to ruin everything. I know it's only for a year, but a year is a long time. It is an especially long time if you aren't seeing friend(s), going to concerts, or doing anything besides studying.

I need to make some actual money also. Burger King is a rip off and waste of my time. It's frustrating spending so much time there being miserable and getting so little reward. It would be quite pointless to look for a job before NY though, so there isn't much I can do at the moment.

I'm sure everything will be fine. There are always ways to make things work and I've got many people to help me out, I think. I can still do concerts and see friends, I'll just have to cut back a lot. Everything will be worth it when I am able too move to New York for good within two years time.

On a much better note, Jesse Lacey is coming up in two days time! I think that if it's even possible, this show will be even more wonderful than the last. Just the thought is making me feel much better.

In my almost nine months at Burger King, I have ran into some interesting people. For some reason or another, it seems they are so interesting because some how evolution missed their family tree and they are incredibly odd looking or stupid. More often than not, it happens to be both. Now I am not the smartest or best looking gal out here in Ohio, but in these cases I do have room to talk. So as you may presume, or not if you frequent Burger King, I get some pretty dumb questions when I speak to customers. Today however, was the coup de grace of stupid questions.

"Do you sell cheeseburgers here?"

Now after hearing that come through the speaker I had to wonder if I heard her correctly. I did. First let me state that we live in America, where people eat fat like flies swarm around shit. I can only think of a couple of restaurants these days that don't serve cheeseburgers (Taco Bell, Chick-fil-a). Secondly we are a fast food restaurant, burgers are what we do best. The last thing I would like to mention is that our name is Burger King. To me, this implies that we are claiming to be the king of all burgers. Now in order to be the king, we would have to serve them, correct? I think so.
Honestly, what the fuck kind of question is that?

"Uh, yes, we do have cheeseburgers here."

I have never wanted to use the word "no" more in my entire life.

Listening to The Beatles, I mean really listening to them these past weeks has taught me something. I have been missing out on some absolutely wonderful music. I feel as if I've been deprived my entire life. Now however, I am happy to say I'm catching up on all that I've missed. Well at least I'm working on it. :)

The interweb is so boring these days. Everything is always the same. Another day, another dollar type deal. Except in this case, it's another day, another myspace comment. Of course I can only blame myself for being addicted to it and being disappointed in the results.

I have a lovely seven hour workday tomorrow. Karmen doesn't work, Ryan doesn't work. In fact I don't know who works. Probably Diane. Yucky. It is a Sunday though and it shouldn't be too tough. After all I only work 22 hours next week, so this will be worth it.

Sunkist is quite tasty.

I prefer people that can form coherent sentences and thoughts. Otherwise, I find them downright annoying. I end up wasting precious moments of my life trying to understand their "so simple, it's complex" language of random letters and numbers jumbled and mashed together without any signs of punctuation.

Fraiser is so fucking pretentious. It's aimed at the little people of the world and for the life of me I can't understand why they enjoy it so much. Why would the same crowd that loved Cheers for so many years like the obnoxious intellect of New York therapists and wine connoisseurs? It doesn't make sense to me and yet I find myself laughing right along with those damn laugh tracks.

I got a raise today and I feel as though I've sold my soul to the devil to get it. I swear that's his disguise for the time he spends on Earth. No one would expect the devil to have children and live a meager life of Burger King management, but I'm on to him. All of those people out there convinced that the CEO of your everyday toxic waste producer is the devil are so very wrong. Dare I say dead wrong? I dare. They are dead wrong.

Joey's book is fantastic. It is everything I was expecting except a hundred times better. He is the owner of such a dirty mind. Every story I've read so far has had some mention of sex, if it isn't entirely about it mind you. I love each and every one of them though. Does that mean I have a dirty mind also? So be it then. I think I may prefer short story collections over novellas or novels, what have you. I never get bored, not that I would with Joey's writing anyways. My attempt at reading Chrome Yellow was a failure. I really thought I would get somewhere with it too. I can't understand why I lose focus at reading a book so fast.

I'm just waiting for these damn tickets to go on sale. It's driving me crazy. I'm paranoid that I won't get any because there are so many different times they apparently go on sale. I'm thinking that more than likely it'll be two here when they finally do go on sale. Funny thing is, that's what time I go into work. Oh well, so I'll be a few minutes late for he first time. I'll say that a doctor's appointment I had ran too long or something along those lines. BK can suck it if they have a problem with that.

Other than that I'm not doing anything, except loving my wonderful new mac book.

Oh, last night Cupcake bit Noel on her eye again. She was bleeding, but everything looks fine now. I think Noel has learned this time because she growls at just the sight of Cupcake, where as before she acted like nothing ever happened.

I think my noodles are done. I'm going to go eat them.


Edit: So I just took a metaphorical shit on my manager. I called off 45 minutes before I was due to come in. I would feel bad, but it isn't like she hasn't shit on me either. I am getting those fucking tickets. Actually I did puke and I do feel like shit, so it isn't total lie.