Ho-hum

It is not like I have been all to busy as of late. I have been working with some frequency and trying my best to woo tables with my charm and undeniable wit; whoring myself out for tips in hopes of making rent. Actually though, I have not written as of late because there has not been much to report.

Lonestar has proven to be an alright job for the time being. My fellow co-workers seems a little closed off to the idea of making anything other than a professional work based relationship. Its either that or being raised in this backwater, overtly religious state has made them a little wary to outsiders. Who am I to pass judgment either way?

The job is the usual meet and greet and then roll silver ware that is suspected from a lightly schlocky steak house. Oddly enough there are no cooks or dishwashers of Mexican descent. Now this is not me being white, suburban, twenty-something racist... Au contraire. I am merely offering up the fact that all restaurants I have worked in have had in some form a Mexican presence helping things along. When I think about it... It seems that there is less of an over all Spanish presence in the entire state of Virginia! Weird.

I April-fooled most of the folks back north with the promise that I had failed and would be making my way there in 2 weeks time. And like hungry fish they took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. I hope that was not too mean spirited. It gave me a pretty good laugh.

The evening before April Fools Brian and I set up the apartment in the form of an absurdist obstacle course for Mike to wake to. Spray cheese hanging from the ceiling, a Native American mask in the fridge, and tape on the door were a few of the things we rigged. He retaliated by taping off our door with tin foil. My grandmother would have remarked at the waste. I barely got a chuckle.

Other than those few things there is little observed that should be recorded. Hopefully things will pick up with the warmer weather.

Who knows?

Brian