May 11, 2010

I just got yelled at by a blogger I love for leaving a comment and yet not having posted in a month. I guess I needed to write and since I've been slacking, I decided to just spew what I've been thinking on her comment page. (UPDATE: my comment was actually left on her other blog, which is about food. Recommend.)

...I'm terrible. How has a month passed? Perhaps I put too much pressure on myself to write a lot. Some people get away with writing three sentences! And posting them! BY THEMSELVES! That seems ridiculous to me. But writing is my thing, so maybe that's a personal problem. Then again, maybe you people would prefer it if I only wrote three sentences at a time. Maybe not? Here goes my usual onslaught.

Census 2010 is a headache as ever, but a very well-paying headache, and one I think I'll be glad to have had once it's gone. The pay! AND I DO SO VERY LITTLE.

Working at a restaurant is, like. I have a friend there that gets annoyed that I'm frustrated with having to work there because he thinks I look down on servers. To be clear: I don't. But I hate my job. I feel like I'm not that good at it, and I take it personally when people leave me terrible tips. Which in NoKy happens. Kind of a lot. Even when I provide great service. And I'd rather be doing something that challenges me intellectually. Serving tables is difficult, but it's sort of mindless. And every day is the same. And I want something different.

The job market is improving, apparently, so maybe I'll get it. Soon. I can only hope. I also feel like I'm playing roulette with fate by not having insurance.

Whatever, I got to go to Derby!


Kate said...

Two things: (1) have you EVER commented on my blog? I should berate you for that. That's just rude. I know you're reading.

(2) You really, really, really should get gap insurance. Ask Thomas what we had, but it wasn't expensive (I think $120ish/month for the two of us) and, while it wasn't GOOD insurance per se, it was at least not "playing roulette." Please. Do it. I don't want to be holding spaghetti dinner fundraisers if something (god forbid) were to happen to you. (See how I brought your hypothetical tragedy back around to how it's going to be a pain in my ass?)

Chris said...

1. I was going to make a snarky comment about how you never post either. The last time was December 4th.

The thing is, though, that my main concern is that blogs should start a conversation. And we've done that on several occasions. In looking back at your blog, things we have discussed BECAUSE YOU POSTED THEM, even if not in blogger, were: the Jezebel article on that V photo shoot with plus sized models in bras and swimsuits and jeans and hotness; that clip of Marshall studying at law school; Brittany Murphy. Et cetera. If you would like me to start conversations in blogger instead of in g-chat, I can certainly do that. But it's not as if I'm not responding.

2. I don't even know where to go for that sort of thing. What company did you use? Can I do it short term? Because Tim can put me back on in September. It's the law!

It's nice to know you would boil spaghetti for hours on end just for me.

Chris said...

Oh, also, the post I responded to on her blog was about poor tippers, and I had just survived Mother's Day at the old RR, on which day I sold $500 worth of food and walked with $50. Which is 10%. You know, in case you can't do that math. But it was a terrible day. And I had to say something. So. Like. You know.

Unapologetically Mundane said...

I would like to think you comment on my blogs because I stimulate your mind so much, but I'll take Mother's Day frustration, too.

I'd say three sentences is better than no sentences. You should probably blog about all of those cryptic-but-hilarious quotes you tweet.

My boyfriend's sister met her husband while they both waited tables at RR, and they're super-happy and successful people now with a giant home in Laguna Beach, so I think you're on the right track.

Chris said...

I appreciate the RR themed encouragement. Anything that gets me closer to Lauren Conrad's life is something I aim to do.

Next time you feel a Tweeted quote warrants an explanation, I will blog it. I'm counting on you people to keep me on my toes. I realize I'm a slacker. I'd even do it retroactively if I remembered what they actually meant.