people are fucking lame, man.

i spent six hours in a cafe in rittenhouse today. six long hours of people watching, contemplating, judging....errr, i mean studying. i finally called my friend annie and told her to meet me because what's the point of making fun of people in your head when you could be doing it with someone else instead, right? that kept me occupied for some time. ironically, i was reading the theory and practice of group psychotherapy and how non-judgmental attitudes along with respect cultivate successful process.
whatever. who said i had to play social worker 24 hours a day?

speaking of which, yesterday i pretty much lost my shit at work. really, the last thing i want to be doing on a friday night is waiting tables. there are oh so many other things that are greatly more enticing. like doing laundry for example.
i got seated with a party of ten. you know, typical family. a grandfather asking for an "old-fashioned manhattan straight up" (in an accent to boot), some 50 year old fat women who were probably nurses, some kids my age, a five year-old. you know, the usual. so i grat-ed them, obvi, since i don't play any other way. then they left me another $35 on top of the gratuity which i thought was pretty damn sweet given that most people suck. effectively made my night. cut to three hours later and it's 1am and i'm finally getting ready to leave and bill motions to me to hold on as he's on the phone. he hangs up and proceeds to ask me for the $35 because one of the women called back (at 1AM, mind you) to tell him that she didn't realize that a gratuity had already been included.
i kid you not.
can i get a 'TACKY' anywhere up in here? 'Who does that?', you ask?
Fucking tacky people.
forget that i catered to your every need, i'm fucking exhausted and just trying to pay my way through grad school. thank you, you've now effectively ruined my night.

and if that wasn't enough, some entitled, privileged, spoiled (and i'm sure heinously ugly) Penn bitch thought it was okay to be condescending to me on the phone. Do you know who i am? Two bitches can play at this game. No, sending out two small frozen yogurts halfway down the block in less than an hour and fifteen minutes isn't "too difficult"....but clearly walking down the street and picking it up in 10 is. Fuck you. I hope you walk in front of the 21 bus and die. Seriously.

I'm totally hating life.


shit. i should have ridden the Penn bus down to lame-ass D.C. today and protested against the war outside of Capitol Hill. I'm sure that would have appropriately channeled some pent-up aggression.