this is my fri-sat-sun schedule.
9-430 friday at capitol
530-730 (when i left since it was slow) at restaurant
830-1045 finishing copy work
1145-? out drinking at champions and bar 7
woke up late
need to clean car and get fishing permit at sports authority because
have catfishing permit to go to nuuanu reservoir from 12-4
dinner 630 with C. and K.
karaoke at 11.
sunday will squeeze in copy work for a diff person
visit aunty who was admitted to hospital earlier in th week
(crap KNOW there's something else too)
go to capitol and check on wtf came in over the weekend for the 20 bills we're hearing 8am monday morning
work restaurant sunday night.
that was for anyone who wanted to keep track of me.
<3 busy
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
coffee
I like coffee dates because you're forced to really talk to someone. I can talk to anyone after I've had a few martinis and have the time of my life. But if I can't talk to you for a few hours over a cup of coffee, then that's a deal breaker.
Another deal breaker:
Thinking that it's okay to share a toothbrush, ever.
Another deal breaker:
Thinking that it's okay to share a toothbrush, ever.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
because it happened again tonight
Dear CPK,
I have a bone to pick with you. I enjoy the food at your establishment, and have been a committed and loyal patron for years now. I have overlooked the fact that your mixed drinks continuously suck (the bartenders always say they are bound to some BS corporate recipe), a big no-no for which I have banished other eateries from my mind without a second thought. I have come to terms with the reality that times are tough and your delicious Original Chopped Salad began as a heaping pile of deliciousness with cheese, salami, and turkey galore, but has dwindled into lettuce with sprinklings of the aforementioned items. I even held my tongue when a server made condescending, judgmental facial expressions and comments when we requested beer with our late lunch at 3PM once (if it wasn't okay, then ya just shouldn't be serving beer at all yet). However, I cannot deal with the fact that whenever I eat at a CPK, regardless of the location or time, I never get a cute server.
Now, I know that they exist. I freaking see them floating around the other sections of the restaurant. And I never get one. Ever.
One particular establishment, with one particularly elusive server, irks me more than the others. This, as most of my dining companions know, is the Ala Moana location. For over a year now, I have sipped many an iced tea and ogled a particular server discreetly through my peripheral vision, and not so discreetly from across the room. Every time I put my name in for one of those buzzers, I think, "Maybe today will be the day that I will actually be able to get close enough to him to read his name tag." Honestly, the sheer probability that I should get him at least once is in my favor. There have been times of plenty when I've frequented this place numerous times a week. Yet it never happens. Even when all the tables surrounding mine--tables that have been seated both before and after me--are his tables, I am somehow not in his section. Ridiculous!
I really do not understand this anomaly of sheer cruelty. Perhaps it is the fault of the hostess. I, not proudly, have diverted my share of pretty girls away from attractive servers in my own place of work. But, even with that variable in mind, by now I don't see how I can never be in his section.
Yes, I could request to be seated there. However, I feel as if the money I have invested in CPK through countless lunches and dinners has been enough to buy me back my dignity and my pride. So it would be very much appreciated if, upon the next time I venture out to assuage my craving for artichoke and spinach dip, that the server at least be sent to my table so that I can stare at him properly for 10 minutes or so. With a free dessert. Then we can call it even.
XOXO,
J.
I have a bone to pick with you. I enjoy the food at your establishment, and have been a committed and loyal patron for years now. I have overlooked the fact that your mixed drinks continuously suck (the bartenders always say they are bound to some BS corporate recipe), a big no-no for which I have banished other eateries from my mind without a second thought. I have come to terms with the reality that times are tough and your delicious Original Chopped Salad began as a heaping pile of deliciousness with cheese, salami, and turkey galore, but has dwindled into lettuce with sprinklings of the aforementioned items. I even held my tongue when a server made condescending, judgmental facial expressions and comments when we requested beer with our late lunch at 3PM once (if it wasn't okay, then ya just shouldn't be serving beer at all yet). However, I cannot deal with the fact that whenever I eat at a CPK, regardless of the location or time, I never get a cute server.
Now, I know that they exist. I freaking see them floating around the other sections of the restaurant. And I never get one. Ever.
One particular establishment, with one particularly elusive server, irks me more than the others. This, as most of my dining companions know, is the Ala Moana location. For over a year now, I have sipped many an iced tea and ogled a particular server discreetly through my peripheral vision, and not so discreetly from across the room. Every time I put my name in for one of those buzzers, I think, "Maybe today will be the day that I will actually be able to get close enough to him to read his name tag." Honestly, the sheer probability that I should get him at least once is in my favor. There have been times of plenty when I've frequented this place numerous times a week. Yet it never happens. Even when all the tables surrounding mine--tables that have been seated both before and after me--are his tables, I am somehow not in his section. Ridiculous!
I really do not understand this anomaly of sheer cruelty. Perhaps it is the fault of the hostess. I, not proudly, have diverted my share of pretty girls away from attractive servers in my own place of work. But, even with that variable in mind, by now I don't see how I can never be in his section.
Yes, I could request to be seated there. However, I feel as if the money I have invested in CPK through countless lunches and dinners has been enough to buy me back my dignity and my pride. So it would be very much appreciated if, upon the next time I venture out to assuage my craving for artichoke and spinach dip, that the server at least be sent to my table so that I can stare at him properly for 10 minutes or so. With a free dessert. Then we can call it even.
XOXO,
J.
opening day
Excited for Opening Day!
Will blog later. My internet was being all weird and not connecting me for a while.
Yay!
Will blog later. My internet was being all weird and not connecting me for a while.
Yay!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
ouch
Somehow I hurt my knee. I have no idea how, but it has been getting progressively worse over the course of the day. A friend at The Restaurant told me that I probably just strained it and rest would be the best way to remedy the situation. I guess I have been go, go, go for the past few days so I may have been pushing a minor strain that would never have bothered me into an uncomfortable, painful thing. Grr. I hope it fixes itself soon though; I'm actually in a motivated-to-run mood, and now I can't.
I (still) LOVE my job.
I (still) LOVE my job.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
i love my job
I am SO happy with my current job (and the other two part time things) right now.
SO happy.
I smiled, caught up with people from last year, got acquainted with my office, and had some training. Today is more training (the cool kids are skipping ice breakers*, shhh!) and I gotta get out of the house soon, but I just wanted to blog a bit.
Even though yesterday was one of many 12-hour days to come, I was undaunted when I got to The Restaurant and noticeably more pleasant than usual.
I even scheduled in an early morning workout session today. Because I'm that happy and energized.
Okay, I'm off. Will make time to blog more later tonight.
* They cleverly tried to hide ice breakers under the title of "Not Just Coffee," but luckily it was spotted in time that there was no "Not Just Coffee" in our workbooks, and it was on two days. Sneaky! I hate ice breakers
(Argh. The dog is going nuts over the cats outside. I'm really not sure if she loves them or hates them ... they're not a new commodity anymore so I hope she gets over it soon.)
SO happy.
I smiled, caught up with people from last year, got acquainted with my office, and had some training. Today is more training (the cool kids are skipping ice breakers*, shhh!) and I gotta get out of the house soon, but I just wanted to blog a bit.
Even though yesterday was one of many 12-hour days to come, I was undaunted when I got to The Restaurant and noticeably more pleasant than usual.
I even scheduled in an early morning workout session today. Because I'm that happy and energized.
Okay, I'm off. Will make time to blog more later tonight.
* They cleverly tried to hide ice breakers under the title of "Not Just Coffee," but luckily it was spotted in time that there was no "Not Just Coffee" in our workbooks, and it was on two days. Sneaky! I hate ice breakers
(Argh. The dog is going nuts over the cats outside. I'm really not sure if she loves them or hates them ... they're not a new commodity anymore so I hope she gets over it soon.)
Sunday, January 04, 2009
session job ftw
Excited to go to the Capitol tomorrow! :D
How weird to feel happy about going to a job again. Haha.
Okay, need to sleep.
How weird to feel happy about going to a job again. Haha.
Okay, need to sleep.
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