Horrible Professor

I have never in my life had a Professor that was so unhelpful, so unforgiving, so inconsiderate, so, so,, UUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

A teachers job is to teach the student, right? Well, that means when the students asks a question the teacher provides sufficient help, right? Well this teacher deciedes to tell the student that there is nothing she can do for the student and why should such student recieve perferential treatment?

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!???!!!!!! SERIOUSLY!!! BITCH IT'S YOUR FUCKING JOB TO HELP ME!!!!

I post the formatt of a chart she required us to prepare. I asked if the chart was what she was looking for. She then said that I was the student and it was my job to complete the assignment and she wasn't going to do it for me.

Umm... I understand that and never once did I ask you to do the assignment for me, I simply requested a yes or no answer to the formatting of the chart...

First Gig

Oh my! I had absolutely nothing to be worried about! My first job went great! The people who provided the alcol didn't provide anything but alcohol and they only ordered the basic package from us. So, I made a lot of Vodka Tonics, Rum and Coke, etc...

It was the reception for an East India couple and I absolutely LOVED them! I am completely and utterly jealous of how beautiful the women are and how gorgeous they look in their gowns (I'm sure there is a technically correct term but I am unaware of what it is), their silk smooth hair and how comfortable they are showing their bellies, even if they are 10 pounds heavier than they should be.

The Bride's Father kept trying to get me to have a drink with him, which is a BIG BIG no no! lol... but I kept making his drink and at the end of the night he hooked us up with a bottle of wine. Which me and the roommate polished off last night (it was really, really good!!!) along with another bottle of cheap resling.

Butterflies are Ugly

So, I have my first job as a bartender tomorrow and I am nervous as hell! I have had butteflies in my stomach since yesterday afternoon... I haven't been behind a bar since June and (with the exception of the 4th of July) I haven't made any drinks, other than a Cape Code, since then either... So, I just spent the last 3 hours studying my drink recipes for drinks I can make on the alcohol provided...

I feel a little bit more confident that I will do okay.

So, it's a wedding and I really don't want to mess it up... There will only be one bar for this gig and 2 bartenders, myself and another girl. She knows what she is doing because she's been doing in for awhile and I talked to her yesterday and she seemed really sweet. I think she will be helpful.

I can only hope that no one throws me a drink that I have no idea how to make. If this happens my fall back is to say, "I've made this drink a few different way before, how do you like it made?" With my luck they're going to say, "Uh, it's rum and coke." lol...

I have a lot to do tomorrow:

Iron Uniform
Buy black shoes
Buy black socks
Costco
WalMart
Chiropractor
Tonya's
Gas Station (Ice for job)

Plus...

Cleaning and homework - OH! And I have to eat sometime in there!

Relief

At first I was dreading taking 2 economic classes at the same time, Principles of Microeconomics and the Principles of Macroeconomics. However, after 10 horrible, grueling, and demanding weeks of Research and Evaluation (Statistics), I am quickly finding my economics class a HUGE relief. It is nice to back on a subject that actually applies to my profession.

I still dislike economics. This could possibly change in the next 5 week considering the circumstances. Maybe I just previously took the classes at the wrong time.

Blondes?!? Eww...

Blondes!?! Eww…

I absolutely HATE blondes with a burning passion.

I hate blondes who die there hair brunette and I hate brunettes or redheads that die there hair blonde!

I hate them on sight; I don’t even give them a chance. I see a blonde, former blonde, or wannabe blonde and I’m disgusted; it’s almost as if my gag reflexes immediately go off and I start chocking on my own spit – a much better feeling then actually having to converse with a blonde.

Where in the world does this come from? There is a simple and reasonable explanation.

We all know that when things happen when we are 5 it’s not a huge deal. I am referring to those “sand box” marriages where you are married and divorced in a week.

Well, ever since 3rd grade, any guy I have ever liked, wanted to date, or kind-of, sort-of started to date but never made it official has “left” me for a skinny, ugly, blonde. I’m not looking at them with an evil eye either. They truly where all ugly.

I can name off every guy and even the names of the blonde girls they decided to pursue instead of myself.

It’s the story of my life. Christie likes guy, guy likes blonde skinny, ugly blonde girl. I’m use to it by now. However, that is where my hatred towards blondes stems!