| March 29 / 2009 |
[29 Mar 2009|05:11pm] |
They might be letting me go at the club. So if I'm not around much it's because I'm looking for another job.
( Private: Jay Mazur )
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| March 18 / 2009 |
[18 Mar 2009|10:26pm] |
Work kicked my butt last week and I wasn’t feeling too well at the beginning of it. Managed to get the fever down a bit by Monday morning and I ended up working through being sick for the rest of the week. I wasn’t feeling super great by Friday and by Saturday I was back in bed. It was good though, because Saturday and Sunday I got a lot of sleep and I’m feeling a lot better. I probably slept more this past week then I have in four months. It’s a good thing. I made a lot of money this week too, that’s a good thing. Lillia let me use her car while she was away though. That was pretty cool, I haven't driven in a few years now. Kind of miss it but I so can't afford a car. Thanks LIllia, that was really nice of you. Hope I gassed her up okay. Gave her a wash too.
The clinic doctors say if I don’t stop worrying and consuming so much caffeine, my ulcers are going to be back in full force. I’m fine. I am.
I think I’m going to start swimming. I haven’t done a lot of exercise recently and I need to start up with doing it again. It’s important of course, I mean, I haven’t been doing much when it comes to running over the holidays, I think I’ve gained a good ten pounds though you can’t really see it. At least, not that I’ve noticed, but I feel it. My shirts are a bit tighter, pants and all. I could use the exercise. Don’t kick me off the team coach, I promise it’ll all be gone as soon as possible. It’s weird because it’s not like I’ve been eating more…just been eating more junky stuff I guess. Not eating all the salads and such. I should probably start lifting weights again too.
My project went over well that I managed to finish before getting sick. The teacher wants to keep it once she’s finished marking it to use it for future examples. I guess that’s a bit of a compliment isn’t it? I guess I’m going to end up with top marks with it. It would be a bit silly if I didn’t. I think for my next project I’m going to make up some puppets. I’ve got all this felt sitting here in all these different colours and I have nothing else to do with it. I love this class…it’s like I’m back in grade school again doing projects. At least my handy work is looking al ittle better then a grade schooler’s.
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| March 6 / 2009 |
[06 Mar 2009|08:23pm] |
Well, Gail came in last night. She looked good, really good. I wrote about her before, the woman I took out for coffee one night because she looked to be bad off. Apparently she’s doing really well. She hadn’t been in for a while and I was starting to wonder about her. You get to know the regulars. She told me that little pub I sent her to was great and it had an over thirty night where it was just people who were over thirty. She’d met a bunch of new girl friends and they were all going out and having a good time doing things that weren’t dancing at a bar with a bunch of men who were too young to take care of her properly.
Apparently one of these woman had a twin brother who went out with the girls for dinner and Gail and he clicked. He’s from back east and was just visiting so the two of them hung out long after everybody left and they exchanged email addresses and screen names and they’d been talking back and forth for the past month and have really hit it off. He’s back in town next month and Gail wanted to know if I was still going to be at the club by then because she wanted me to meet him. His name’s Keith and he sounds about right. Divorced, but amicable with his ex, two kids that are graduated and just about to be. She’s real excited. We’re going to go out for dinner when he’s in town.
I’m really glad she found somebody that is obviously going to look after her after her deadbeat husband left her. She deserves it.
They let me go at the construction job. With everything else it was expected considering they let go of ten guys all together and all I did was push a broom around for the most part. It’s probably a good thing, I was near exhaustion working both jobs. And I think my ulcer’s back. I’ll probably go looking for something else though, need to make sure I keep money in my pocket and all. The club seems to be doing all right. People may not have a lot of money but they have enough to go drinking to forget everything else. If only alcohol and sex were the answers to everything. There would be a lot more people with a lot less problems if that were the case.
Cleaning up the beach was a lot of fun on Sunday. Spending the afternoon in the sun was good for me. I don’t spent a lot of time in the sun as it is, but it’s nice to be able to spend some time amongst people and not actually have to engage with him, just observe.
( Private: Jay Mazur )
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| January 21 / 2009 |
[21 Jan 2009|07:37am] |
Strange night at work last night. After I spent some time with Lillia I headed off to work, had to take a taxi because, while I’d normally walk, I was having such a nice time with her that I forgot to keep an eye on my watch. She can cook just as well as she can bake and breakfast was really good. She made a scramble with eggs, potatoes and bacon with a bit of onion and cheese in it. Better then what I would have had (likely a sandwich from 7 Eleven) It was really kind of cute how she was so excited about Obama, she had on MSNBC all night and every time they mentioned him she got all giddy and flushed. I really enjoyed spending time with her.
I got there in time though, only to find that the place was completely packed. It’s not normally like that on a Tuesday night. We didn’t even have the good stuff on special. I don’t really understand it. Wednesday night is usually when we get them all in considering that’s cheap shot night, but by the by, it was completely wall-to-wall people. Even my favourite Cougar was there, and once again she offered to take me home. It was kind of sad this time though. I don’t know why. Normally we have a laugh about it, but I looked at her. Really looked at her this time and there was so much sadness behind those eyes.
I took her out for coffee instead of telling her no. We went to this all night diner and I got her something to eat. I learned about her this time. Her husband left her for a woman who the two knew from their bridge game. They’d been having an affair for about ten years before Gail (that’s her name) finally decided she had enough and ended up having an affair of her own with her gardener (who apparently looks a lot like me). Her husband caught her and because she had no proof of the affair that he was having, the pre-nup stated that if there was any infidelity, anything that was acquired while in the marriage would go to the person who earned it.
Well guess what Gail’s been doing for the past twenty years? Raising her husband’s kids and she had no job. So what does that mean? All the money went to her husband. The kids are all grown so she doesn’t get child support and the alimony she gets is fleeting and only once in a blue moon when she tracks him down and forces the issue. I felt really bad for her. But I think she was happy just to tell somebody, she sounds really lonely. I told her about a few places she could go to meet people that were her ‘own age’ though I was a lot more gentle then that. She’s going to check them out. I think it’ll be good for her.
This sleep schedule I’m on though…it’s not doing me any favours it seems. I’m exhausted all the time and I want to be asleep for the most part. Then I’ve been wanting to sleep a lot lately…not sure what that’s about. Off to class after a cup of coffee.
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| January 3 / 2009 |
[03 Jan 2009|12:06am] |
Clocking in a few extra hours this weekend before classes start again. I rarely work evenings, but it seems like it's going to be a busy couple of days... everybody's out having their last bit of a hurrah before heading back to the grindstone. I don't blame them, I'd be doing the same thing if I were inclined, which, of course I'm not. Demmy asked me if I wanted to go to a party at her place after I finished work on New Years, but I declined. She's been quite friendly after that fight last month. It's nice of her, but not mandatory. I don't have much time outside of work and school and the handful of friends I already have. The waitresses at work are all pretty friendly of course, but I don't get invited out as much. Most of them are older, which is fine by me. I don't mind being the baby.
My tips envelope tonight was thick. Really thick. Which is good news. It'll be put to good use.
( Private: Jay Mazur )
Lilia, thank you for your amazing gift. All those cupcakes, I'm glad I had a bit of self restraint or I would have gained at least a few extra pounds from all that butter cream and cream cheese icings! I definately need to go for a run now. And I love the scarf. I don't own one so it's perfect. Who knew it got cold around here sometimes hey?
( Filtered: Lilia Wilder )
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| December 18 / 2008 |
[18 Dec 2008|12:25pm] |
I got in to a fight last night at work. Well I didn't get in to it, I got caught up in the middle of one while trying to stop it, and got punched in the face and gut. Me of course fearing the loss of my job didn't fight back but it took the bouncer so long to get to the fucking fight that I think his head might be on the chopping block because of it. Which is deserved because the jerk does nothing anyway and lets about anybody in, which is usually the problem. He lets the ones that are already too wasted to stand up in and then expects the bar staff to cut them off after one or two. It doesn't bring in business, it drives it away. The moron.
One of the waitresses got thrown around pretty good too, the poor girl, she was pretty shaken up so I took her to the hospital last night and we spent most of the night there. She had a broken rib because of the one guy being thrown against her and running her in to the bar. It's the first fight I've seen get that bad in a few years. The first fight I ever witnessed there had a gun involved. Luckily enough there were some off duty cops having a drink and that situation was resolved quickly without anybody being hurt. We got her bandaged up and they told me I'd have a shiner in the next few hours (low and behold it's starting to show), and I took her back to her place. She was upset still though, and didn't want to be alone so I stayed the night on her couch.
Which was not comfy in the least and now my neck is so stiff I can barely move it. She made a pretty decent cup of coffee though so that was nice and I headed home this morning. So I do have a black eye...which is just lovely. At least I'm not flying home to see my parents. My mother would be horrified and would make me quit. Which I obviously can't do. And my boss told me to take today off with pay, which is nice, but if you don't work, you don't get the tips, which is the important bit, but he's still insisting I take the day. I think he just wants me to heal up over the next three days so that I don't come in looking like a thug.
I really don't particularly care for the holidays. Gabe hasn't written me either, which is odd. I hope he's okay.
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| November 30th / 2008 |
[30 Nov 2008|08:08pm] |
I was thinking the other day it'll be nice when everybody's gone over the holiday. I'm always worried about coming home so late and making noise when I shower, disturbing other people but when there are so few here, it's not so bad. I'll be glad one day when I'm moved in to an apartment rather then living on campus, I hate being a bother to anybody when they're all trying to rest. It's not my fault of course that work has me there so late and I have to make a living but still...don't like having people being disturbed when they're here in bed at a decent hour.
Thanksgiving was mucky. Lots of people in surprisingly. Lots of people with no families to go to, or ones that didn't care. Barfly's you tend to get to know over the years. We have some pretty loyal ones. They tend to tip the best though, so you put up with them. The boss cracked a bottle of champagne for us that night but I didn't have any, I'm not much of a champagne sort of guy.
One of my favorites is this older woman (kind of past a cougar...what's past a cougar?) that comes around on Wednesdays (cheap shot night, brings in the young guys and students) and always tries to flirt with the aforementioned. She always ends up back with me though at the bar, drinking away a bottle of red wine and eventually asking me if I'd like to come home with her. I always, of course, decline. She will then offer me money to go with her. I still decline, though if I was still in Vegas, I may have said yes... and then she asks me if I can call her a cab.
Ah well. I got a letter from Gabe Friday. That was exciting and interesting to read, miss him. I also had lunch with Lillia today, she's great once you get her talking on something she knows about, I've never had two and a half hours fly by so quickly.
( Private: Jay Mazur )
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