I got asked today by a customer if I owned the cafe I work at.

After saying no, I asked him why he thought that.

His response?

"Because you're always here."

:(

I've been told that so much in the past year--it's kind of scary when you get asked if you EVER leave.

I do, honest. :(

Edit: I GOT ASKED AGAIN, WTF?

and also, boss is not keeping the newer, later hours, so shittttttttttt. :(

Paint Essentials is being a giant dickbutt, so I've resorted to Flash to satisfy some of my drawing urges.

so old man who was originally going to be a wizard, but turned out to be sickly old man with horrible gif quality.

edit: i wish i had my guinea pig back. :(

I can actually sleep in till 6 AM during the week when I'm working--boss decided to give up opening at 6 and pushed it to 7:30 opening time.

YAYYYYYYYY. I can, you know, see my parents in the morning and have a cup of coffee before heading off. awe.

some.

HOORAY FOR BOSS!

and rockband two is like omgomg awesome, I keep getting distracted by the backgrounds!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and a wonderful New Year for all of you guys.

Take it easy, take lots of care, and enjoy yourselves.

<3

omg, I haven't had a fucking feast like that in FOREVER. soooooo good.

lots of korean vodka, which tasted a bit like sake, but my boss and one of my coworkers kept filling my glass (I wasn't the only one, boss kept topping up his, as well as his cousin and my buddy), so we were all like "WOOOOO", kinda.

all in all, apparently we're going to do it as a once-a-month thing with different Korean restaurants, so that should be bitchin'.

And he was so thankful, and so jokey. lolol.

haha to my guy buddy--he's 17, and was the only one drinking coke. lolololol. We laughed at him for it.

The catch is that it only heats up around its circumference...

...

of a foot or so.

So I'm still fucking freezing and layering up and looking ridiculous in my coat.

THANKS, BOSS.

and now I've been officially told of the staff "christmas (?!) party" dinner thing, which is on Monday. We're all meeting up at the cafe, and getting a ride down to a Korean restaurant for numnums.

I haven't the faintest idea if the boss is paying, or we're paying for our own.

Oh well, fuck, a dinner out is a dinner out.

Me and my dad, in our quest to watch a shitload of anime/cartoons, have started up the old Jonny Quest episodes, as we're waiting for me to go to the anime store to get more Lupin/other kickass anime (not to mention that I still got War in the Pocket, Phoenix, Samurai 7, Sailor Moon, Princess Mononoke, and I think some more to get).

Lots of good memories of when I was small, and how we had a few Jonny Quest episodes on a VHS, along with an episode of Space Ghost (this was seriously old), and me and my brothers, probably when I was 7 or so, would watch the same episodes again and again, rewinding at certain parts to kill ourselves laughing over. And just how it was something we'd do with our dad--watch cartoons, watch prime-time tv (we honestly watched Murphy Brown before we were 7), watch violent movies, and watch him play games like Doom and Wolfenstein. Very good memories.

Anyways, snow's arrived here, and it's so fucking cold that I can't keep warm. We have NO heating at work, so I've been told by my friend to bundle up as much as I can, because the doors get opened, and whatever heat we accumulate through having people in the shop escapes, and we're left basically trying to keep warm. My boss keeps saying he'll bring in a space heater or something, but he keeps forgetting. riugheilguhwelf

Wish me luck that I don't turn into a popsicle when I'm at work.

It started off with me sitting up in bed, pondering for at least 3 minutes on whether I could pull off a few minutes more of being snuggled under my covers, but decided against it.

I work with my buddy, lalala, it got super busy all of the sudden, then died down. One of my regulars came in, got his coffee, then sat down for a few minutes.

Then he approached me and my friend with a $10 in his hand, asking if we could split it. I didn't know he meant that he was giving that to us as a tip. He said we were "first-class employees", and really good and kind and just a slew of encouraging comments that, when talking about it after he left, almost made my coworker cry because she was so surprised. This is a guy who barely talks, but we always see him as he's about to come in, coming in, or waiting in line, and we get him his coffee so he doesn't have to wait for us to dillydally.

So it was awesome. Made me feel extra awesome and helpful.

Before the rush came. We were steady with orders for a good hour or so, absolutely slammed. I had to help my friend with the food, then try and rush up and help my boss when I could, and try and wash a rapidly-rising mound of dishes, as well as try to clear tables so I don't get snarked at.

And then there was this huge group.

You know how there are some groups of people that you can sense that they're all incredibly stuck up? The middle-aged people who go to the gym in groups, the ones who seem to be condenscending?

They made me REALLY angry. We have amazingly limited space, so when we have a huge group of twittering older men who seem to yell and be brash about current events, and older ladies (who you see often, and everytime they seem completely standoffish and somewhat rude) who yak and yak.

They stole the stool we keep at the end of the cooler so me and my coworkers (as well as my boss) can take our breaks. They also basically blocked the walkway, so other customers had to squeeze through in order to get to the condiment station and/or the back exit. And we could barely squeeze through ourselves to get orders to tables. ;gliehgoliuhqeliguh I really hate these people--I honestly do. They were rude to me when I was TRYING to take their order, and trying to give money to my boss when I was RIGHT THERE to take their money.

But in the end, after the rush, I counted our tips and me and my friend almost made $20. Which is... about how much I made during the week alone on tips.

lol.

I hope those fucking older people get Tasered by the Mounties and die. Serves them right to be rude and condenscending and fucking stupid to their servers.

but I completely forgot what I was going to mention.

It was quite funny when I thought of it.

oh well.

Was me walking into the doorframe on my way out the door to go to work.

my nose doesn't hurt no more, yippee!

ETA: I think I may have been a cat in the past life or something, because whenever I walk home from work or something, every cat I go by looks at me and doesn't stop staring. Or comes up and is friendly.

meowwwwww.