Yeah, I Almost Cried

I liken relationships to tattoos, even though I only have one tattoo and the longest relationship I have had cannot be satisfactorily quantified by the smallest of metrics. It all kind of happens in the same stages. It's something you like and flirt with. Slowly you outline what it will be like. Nothing has happened but you've thought about it, or not, you love the idea of it and are filled with anticipation before you realize what is going on and it's too late.
The first sting you shrug off. It's fine. That was just a blip. The next one is a little worse and you begin to think maybe this won't work. Suddenly it feels like someone is dragging a dull knife through your skin. It's like fire and burns even after the needle has moved to the next section. You want to say, "stop, it's over," but don't want the other person to think you can't handle it and tell you to grow up. You bite your tongue or the inside of your cheek to try and redirect the pain. You try to hold in everything you want to say to be strong, but the truth is you suck and it hurts like a bitch! Soon enough it's done. You're kind of bleeding and put a piece of gauze over it to protect the open wound but can't help but try to lift up the bandages for another look. The scabs form and the blood is gone, but the surrounding area is still a little red. If you're lucky there's no itching (never had this problem in a relationship but with the tat it really itched, lol) and what's left was worth it. Kind of.
While you love it, your friends smile and agree that it's great, but after time they let you know what they really thought and it wasn't good. You defend it and say it's not that bad but maybe they're right. You spend some time remembering what it felt like and for whatever reason begin thinking you could do it again. For some reason it's harder to remember how much it hurt and you want another. It'll be great! Really! This time will be better. You remember thinking it wasn't going to be as bad as you had thought; riiiiiight, it was WAY WORSE! Why would it be different this time around? It still involves a needle. It may not be the same one (hopefully because that is gross) but they do the same thing... THEY SCREW YOU OVER! Well maybe not really but it's still going to hurt at some point. Any thoughts for another tat?
 I don't think this post gave me anything to add to my list of traits. Maybe big baby. Holler at me if you think of one.

BACK AT IT!

I'M BACK! For now at least. It has been over a year and I wish I could attribute it to me being caught up in my whirlwind of a life and jetting here and there or being stuck under a pile of paperwork at the office, but who are we kidding? My life is typical and ordinary and I am ok with that. Let's catch up! I think in my last few posts I had just finished college and was wondering where life would take me or really, where I would take life. I am back in my AWESOME home state, California, actually working in a field related to my degree and attempting to assimilate into society as an adult... not winning! I don't know if it is me resisting or if I am just completely puerile (I love that word) and not cutout for the adult thing, but I still feel like a big kid living in a world where I have outgrown my favorite t-shirt but still wear it everyday. Actually I play dress up with a  pair of slacks and a collared shirt and walk into my office and somehow have learned enough to get through the day. I LOVE MY JOB(and because of that it will not be spoken of very often on here)! So much better than when I was working at the Suckhouse as a server pretending (really never did it very convincingly) to be nice and care about whether your food was hot or cold. I think now that I no longer work in a restaurant I can get a few things off my chest... here we go!
There is nothing like working in a professional setting among people I can call my peers, who treat me like I am a person and not some idiot waiter who is somehow less than they are. Serving tables was the worst experience of my life. Yes, it got me through college but it is not something I would want to relive. I tried to have some fun along the way though. Most people don't understand the concept of not messing with people who handle your food.... at least wait till after your dinner is at the table and you are not going to order another diet coke. You would think it would go without saying.
The things you see servers doing to your food on tv really do happen. At least of the three places I worked they did. Maybe I was the only perpetrator but sometimes it felt good to feel like I got even with someone who was a jackass. Yes I spit or licked people's food. CRAP! Did I just drop a piece of toast on the ground? If you were an asshole I picked it back up and put it back on your plate. Sometimes I sneezed in drinks or my coworkers would stick their finger in a drink thinking I would care and dump it out and get a new one....*** NEWSFLASH *** I wasn't drinking it, I didn't care! Really the things I did were innumerable but never so awful were they unmentionable. Very few times did someone come in and have the sense to play nice until the end of their meal and then get away scott-free and think they got the last laugh by giving a 10% tip if anything at all... but then they forgot to take their card with them and left it at the table. Not smart. Your card went for a ride on the freeway and then flew out the window of my car. It happens. Sorry. So I think we have been making a list of my traits since I started this blog; let's add vindictive. Most people know not to piss me off. Nothing good comes out of it. WHEW!
Feels so good to get that off my chest and be back in the blogosphere! I am rededicating myself to Annotations. Also, any of my friends who read this should read my friend Sam's blog: http://samanthaherself.blogspot.com/2011_02_01_archive.html. She is way better at this blogging thing than I am and way funnier. Till next time!