Hello world.
Unfortunately, I have a very emotional story to tell today. Last night, I had a dream of someone, that I'd love to forget. This is the first time I've thought of her in months, but it just shows, I still carry that burning torch. And it is one, that I wish to be rid of.
This is a story of unrequited love.
And one, that even now, I find hard to even talk about.
Sometimes, you meet a magic person. A person that's pieces just fit so perfectly with your broken ones. That is "my" person. Her energy surrounded me, and made everything feel the way it should have been. And the one person that I gave full reign of me. As to say, the key to the castle where all the forbidden dark closets lie. I had no desire to hold anything back from this person. Were I the city of Jericho, she was Joshua with his ram's horn.
Our story starts back in the year of our Lord, 2005. We were both 18 years old.
The first time we met, I don't believe we said 3 words to each other. That could have been partly because of the large amount of alcohol consumed. Back in that day, every Friday night, we--my group of friends and I--would shuffle to Dano's house, drink heavily, and then stumble to the local night club, Necto. By that night's end, her and I were laid out on Dano's futon. This person, I had never met before, and didn't remember her name laid together, both hoovering on the edges of consciousness. At the time, though I was slightly uncomfortable, I was just happy to lay my alcohol addled brain down. Now, hmm.. I suppose I find it funny.
That semester, her and I became very, very close. Despite our significant other's liking. It was an instant understanding, and closeness.
Another one of those Dano-Friday-night-drink-fests, a large group of us decided to play spin-the-bottle. Stupid really, but there was a "ah-huh" moment that night. There must have been 10-15 of us playing. Lots of friendly kisses exchanged. Ex-gf sat to my left, "Her" to my right, and her girlfriend to her right. At some point, one of us spun, and it landed on the other. Even after all of these years, I remember that moment very distinctly. We leaned in, and barely brushed lips, when on either side of us, girlfriends pulled us apart, and planted their own kisses in place. I swear, it played out like one of those silly moments in a movie. I remember being annoyed and that very intense display of jealousy on ex-gf's part. Until I realized, that both significant other's was worried of our closeness. Ah-huh.
That semester ended, I moved to a different dorm to live here during the summer, ex-gf went back to her parents, and "Her" went to home to her parents. But oh the glories of the internet. Over that summer we had a near constant communication through instant messenger, and in some regards became even closer. That summer was when I realized that I felt something deep, and secret for her. Not exactly honorable, since I was with ex-gf. In hopes of making the silliness go away, I told a friend about it. He told me to *never* tell ex-gf. He was so serious, and all I had wanted was him to laugh at me.
It came to not matter, because that next school year, "Her" was transferring to a different school. C'est la vie.
Years go by, and it's now 2007. I'm 21 years old now. And recently broken up with ex-gf. I was young, and wild, and free.
Then, out of the blue, she calls me. Over the last few years, since she transferred schools, I believe we talked 3-or-4 times, and now for some strange reason, she shows back up in my life. And she came to visit me, helping me move. It was this visit that most of the trouble starts. See, I had put those underlying feelings out of my head, and now, they were starting to bubble up again.
One of the nights she was staying with me during that visit, we went to our old stomping grounds, Necto. A few drinks, a few cloves, dancing... re-connecting as friends. Had nothing else happened that night, it would have been a fun night, and my life right now would be so much different than it is at this moment. But that wasn't the path that was set before me.
As crowded night clubs go, eventually you'll get bumped, or pushed into other people. And that's exactly what happened. I was pushed into her, but instead of just laughing and moving to an appropriate distance again, she held me in place. Locked eyes, and inches away. I'm not sure if it was an eternity or a few seconds, but she kissed me. And held me there. And it's the place that I've always wanted to be in... that perfect moment. A place that lasts forever but is far too brief. If I could live in that moment, I would be happy for the rest of my life. The problem is, that I do live in that moment, and it is destroying me.
After that night, there were a few more visits over the remainder of that summer. But once the new semester started, it's like I didn't exist. And the cracking of my soul started. It was about this time I started to drink very-VERY heavily. Just to numb myself of feeling anything. But that's how it went for a few years, visits where she made me feel like the center of her universe, and then nothing. And I just drank more-and-more to feel less-and-less.
I saw a few people over the last couple years, but nothing has or can compare to what I felt/feel for "Her." I've tried too. But in all honestly, I was taken out to sea, and left to float in the middle of nothingness.
Yes, I have skimmed over a lot of things. A lot. But I don't have it in me to tell those stories right now. This is an incredibly emotionally draining story to tell.
But to bring us to the present, her and I haven't talked in a year. She is now married.
And I'm trying to move on. To repair the damage. But one thing I can say is, I will never be able to give of myself to another person the way I did with her. I don't have it in me to be able to.
So for now, that's part of the story.
I promise an funny story next entry.
--L
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
Week 1
Hello my lovely followers! I hope thus far 2012 has been treating you well.
I have to say I was not one bit sad to see '11 end. What a terrible year it was. A slew of health problems plagued myself, my family and my friends. What with my shoulder surgery, and my arthritis taking an incredible turn for the worst, my mother's shattered ankle, and pulmonary embolism, my grandparent's constant in-and-out of the hospital, and Allen's nearly dying from a horrible lung infection... sign. Yeah, 2011 can bite me.
On top of that, I have had the misfortune of finding out a very dear friend of mine is HIV positive. My heart breaks over this. I know I'll be the most supportive I can to them, and probably become a crazy prevention advocate... wait, I already am. Regardless, I worry for all my other friends, and you, my dear readers. So be you gay, straight, male, female, whatever... pleasepleaseplease get tested, and practice safe sex. There's no reason for this horrible virus to continue to be spread. Bellow there is a link to a wonderful non-profit in the Ann Arbor area. They offer testing, information and support groups.
http://hivaidsresource.org/
I hope this never has to be a reality for anyone else. But know that no matter if we've been friends since pre-school or have never met, I'm hear to listen, and offer whatever support I can.
~~~~~
Ok, getting off my soapbox now...
I promised a few days ago my plans for the next year and a few stories of New Years past.
This year, my resolution is/was to actively work to improve my mental state. It is no surprise or secret that I've been circling the drain for quite sometime. I haven't been going to counseling and the medication I'm on doesn't exactly work. But these things need to change. I know counseling isn't in my near future, but getting a different medication regiment is something I can do. That and writing. Near and my other side projects. At least trying to direct some of my energy outwardly should and does help a little. The plan is to write 3 entries a week. I can say now, they aren't all going to be humorous. I have some demons that are rather dark, and I know that committing to writing often will spur some very sad entries. Definitely some old stories that I need to share and--hopefully--stop dwelling on.
Story time.
On my drive back to Ann Arbor New Year's Eve, I began to ponder how many years back I can remember to what I was doing for the end of the year. So, here we go:
2012-- Driving/In my car at midnight, then spent playing Skyrim
2011-- At Aut bar with Matt, Allen and Julia.
2010-- Dinner with Matt and last minute re-invitation to Amber's "party"
2009-- Pajama party at my apt with Matt, AP, Marc, Joey and Wes.
2008-- In Ferndale for Ellen's house party, then a 3 hour drive back to Ann Arbor in a snow storm with Meredith. Followed by an epic World of Warcraft play session. Then Fran came to visit for the day, and we went sledding.
2007-- With ex-gf and ex-college friends at ex-gf house party. Which I eventually bailed on to get drunken Fleetwood--whoops.
2006-- I have no memory of this night!!!! When consulting my friend Dano on what we may have done on that night, he responded, "Get drunk?" Thanks Dano......
2005-- Went to a *huge* house party, where my ex-gf and I first kissed, and then shortly thereafter dated for nearly 2 1/2 years.
2004-- Karaoke party with a boy from high school, my friend Ellen, and--I believe--AP.
2003-- Unsuccessfully sneaking into a bar with an ex-friend. This particular ex-friend will come up later on in posts as the worst human being in the world.
Well.... I'd say that's pretty impressive how many I can remember! 2006 has been driving me crazy for near-on a week now. But who cares, right?
Sorry for a boring entry. I'll rack my brain for a better story to tell next entry. For now, I'm going to sleep. I wish you all a good weekend, and a better year.
Hearts and kisses,
--L
I have to say I was not one bit sad to see '11 end. What a terrible year it was. A slew of health problems plagued myself, my family and my friends. What with my shoulder surgery, and my arthritis taking an incredible turn for the worst, my mother's shattered ankle, and pulmonary embolism, my grandparent's constant in-and-out of the hospital, and Allen's nearly dying from a horrible lung infection... sign. Yeah, 2011 can bite me.
On top of that, I have had the misfortune of finding out a very dear friend of mine is HIV positive. My heart breaks over this. I know I'll be the most supportive I can to them, and probably become a crazy prevention advocate... wait, I already am. Regardless, I worry for all my other friends, and you, my dear readers. So be you gay, straight, male, female, whatever... pleasepleaseplease get tested, and practice safe sex. There's no reason for this horrible virus to continue to be spread. Bellow there is a link to a wonderful non-profit in the Ann Arbor area. They offer testing, information and support groups.
http://hivaidsresource.org/
I hope this never has to be a reality for anyone else. But know that no matter if we've been friends since pre-school or have never met, I'm hear to listen, and offer whatever support I can.
~~~~~
Ok, getting off my soapbox now...
I promised a few days ago my plans for the next year and a few stories of New Years past.
This year, my resolution is/was to actively work to improve my mental state. It is no surprise or secret that I've been circling the drain for quite sometime. I haven't been going to counseling and the medication I'm on doesn't exactly work. But these things need to change. I know counseling isn't in my near future, but getting a different medication regiment is something I can do. That and writing. Near and my other side projects. At least trying to direct some of my energy outwardly should and does help a little. The plan is to write 3 entries a week. I can say now, they aren't all going to be humorous. I have some demons that are rather dark, and I know that committing to writing often will spur some very sad entries. Definitely some old stories that I need to share and--hopefully--stop dwelling on.
Story time.
On my drive back to Ann Arbor New Year's Eve, I began to ponder how many years back I can remember to what I was doing for the end of the year. So, here we go:
2012-- Driving/In my car at midnight, then spent playing Skyrim
2011-- At Aut bar with Matt, Allen and Julia.
2010-- Dinner with Matt and last minute re-invitation to Amber's "party"
2009-- Pajama party at my apt with Matt, AP, Marc, Joey and Wes.
2008-- In Ferndale for Ellen's house party, then a 3 hour drive back to Ann Arbor in a snow storm with Meredith. Followed by an epic World of Warcraft play session. Then Fran came to visit for the day, and we went sledding.
2007-- With ex-gf and ex-college friends at ex-gf house party. Which I eventually bailed on to get drunken Fleetwood--whoops.
2006-- I have no memory of this night!!!! When consulting my friend Dano on what we may have done on that night, he responded, "Get drunk?" Thanks Dano......
2005-- Went to a *huge* house party, where my ex-gf and I first kissed, and then shortly thereafter dated for nearly 2 1/2 years.
2004-- Karaoke party with a boy from high school, my friend Ellen, and--I believe--AP.
2003-- Unsuccessfully sneaking into a bar with an ex-friend. This particular ex-friend will come up later on in posts as the worst human being in the world.
Well.... I'd say that's pretty impressive how many I can remember! 2006 has been driving me crazy for near-on a week now. But who cares, right?
Sorry for a boring entry. I'll rack my brain for a better story to tell next entry. For now, I'm going to sleep. I wish you all a good weekend, and a better year.
Hearts and kisses,
--L
Sunday, January 1, 2012
11 months, 20 days
Just wanted to send out a quick Happy New Year and a thanks for reading. Later tonight, ill have a real post. About ghosts of new years past and plans for the coming year.
With that said, I have to go to sleep now so I can actually function at work tomorrow. Granted, the rest of my coworkers will be hungover, maybe I can pretend to be and get away with just a lack of sleep because of video game abuse. Time will tell.
Well, goodnight my little droogies,
L
With that said, I have to go to sleep now so I can actually function at work tomorrow. Granted, the rest of my coworkers will be hungover, maybe I can pretend to be and get away with just a lack of sleep because of video game abuse. Time will tell.
Well, goodnight my little droogies,
L
Friday, December 30, 2011
Tales from a Retail Hell
Hello people of the internet! It seems for the moment I'm back in business.
Well, I made it through the holidays in one--physical--piece. Mental was never really a whole slab to start, so we'll let that one slide for the moment.
I've had a pretty eventful few months, mostly involving working my face off.
July/August, my mother shattered her ankle which had this one driving multiple times a week back and forth from her house and my apt. Only a 100 mile jaunt in each direction... no biggie. Plus side, I had my dog living with my during that time. Yes, this is the same dog that farted on me when I had my shoulder surgery... but who can resist this face:
In September, I was in Chicago to celebrate a dear friends birthday.In-conjunction with being blown off by 3 people that live in Chicago. My Facebook is riding a little lighter these days.
October took me on a secret trip to California to see an old/lifelong friend. I was there about a week, which happened to be over Halloween. That trip is a whole post in it's own. I will say, that one of those days I walked from the Miracle Mile to Sunset:
Well, I made it through the holidays in one--physical--piece. Mental was never really a whole slab to start, so we'll let that one slide for the moment.
I've had a pretty eventful few months, mostly involving working my face off.
July/August, my mother shattered her ankle which had this one driving multiple times a week back and forth from her house and my apt. Only a 100 mile jaunt in each direction... no biggie. Plus side, I had my dog living with my during that time. Yes, this is the same dog that farted on me when I had my shoulder surgery... but who can resist this face:
My mom's well on the road to recovery now, and my baby dog is back living with her :-( Sad face was for the dog, not my mom's healing ankle.
In September, I was in Chicago to celebrate a dear friends birthday.In-conjunction with being blown off by 3 people that live in Chicago. My Facebook is riding a little lighter these days.
October took me on a secret trip to California to see an old/lifelong friend. I was there about a week, which happened to be over Halloween. That trip is a whole post in it's own. I will say, that one of those days I walked from the Miracle Mile to Sunset:
Along the way I stopped and got a tattoo at the famous High Voltage shop... yes, the one that Kat Von D owns. No, she wasn't there. But Khoi--from the show--did my tat.
Notice how that phone isn't my Evo? Yeah, lost my phone when I was there... well, kind of. I *thought* I lost my phone and got a pay-as-you-go replacement for the day.... proceeded to find my phone the moment we got back to my friend's house.
That brings us up to November/December.
As I have mentioned before, I work in retail. At a place we will call "Better Purchases" Working in such a place during the holidays can be detrimental to one's health. Don't worry, only had laryngitis for 2 weeks this time around -_- Trying to sell and Xbox to someone when you sound like Kathleen Turner after a bender is.... interesting.
As I said, I made it out in one piece. No maulings by mothers trying to get the last Leaster Leap Pad... though, at times, it was a close call.
I would also like to add, the holidays bring out the dumbest in people. Some of the things people would as me, just blew my mind. One of my favorites was people asking if I could check the inventory of other stores. Now hold on a second before I lose you on this one... they didn't mean other "Better Purchases" they meant "Bull's eye" or "Buy-Me-Toys". Multiple people asked me this. It numbs the brain. Runner up to the dumbest thing asked of me this year was: "Do you guys rent video games?" *falls over* Rent???? Really? Does my shirt say Lackluster, lady? I know at one time I did work in a rental store, but come on. Another fan favorite is people not believing me when I told them we were out of something. Example, Battlefield 3 for Xbox. We've been out since Black Friday. And yes, I mean still to this day. None in store. People have this look that I call the "You're fucking lying to me." I get it a lot. Not just at my place of employment.... but I digress. I get that look about 5 times an hour every shift. I'd like to go on record that I worked something along the lines of 40+ hours every week for the last 2 months. That a lot of "looks" for one person.
As I started to mention, I get this look a lot of places. Because apparently, I look like I work in every store I walk into. No joke. And here's some examples!
Back in March, when I was still in my sexy arm brace. Y'all remember that right? So hot... anyway, this lovely bookstore was going out of business, and I was there like a crow on roadkill. So picture me, in my stupid back hat that I wear, Hollister hoodie, ripped up jeans and the armbrace carrying a basket around browsing books, in my happy place. Not once or even twice, but 4! times I was stopped and asked for help with something. Of course, I tell all of these people I don't work there, and they all give me that look. Yes, the same "look." One girl even said, "Well, I *saw* you putting books out." Flabbergasted at this--and high on pain medication--I told her, "I.... I'm buying books....." she stomped off. Twat.
This one's a little older of a story, but when I was working at both my waitressing job and "Better Purchases," it was a Sunday, and I'd had an morning meeting at "BP," and then was opening up at the restaurant. This gave me about an hour in-between leaving one, and needing to arrive at the other. As they are only about 5 minutes away from each other, I decided not to go home, but instead to go wander around in "Bull's eye" to kill some time. Now mind you, this is a football Sunday, and I worked in a sports bar and grill, so I'm wearing a Patriot's jersey, and my black work paints.... compared to the workers of "Bull's eye" that wear red and khaki. I was just walking out of the fitting room, after trying on some pants and a lady stops me, and asks, "How many items can I take in?" I tell her, I don't work there... yep, you guessed it, "the look."
Another time that I was in "Bull's eye" wearing my "Better Purchase's" uniform, on the phone with my mom, angry about something or another. I get stopped, asked where something is. But as I'm all fired up about something I gave them a look of my own, and tapped my name tag and said, "Better. Purchases." and stormed away from them. My mom cackling on the phone at me. That time, I could only feel "the look" boring into the back of my head.
So, I wonder... what about me screams, "Ask me for help!" Because even other store's uniforms don't seem to fend off the mouth breathers that like to ask me questions. Or is it because I kind of dislike people? I mean like how cats are... when they know you hate them, they come and sit in your lap.
The world may never know.
Again, sorry for not posting. But these should be coming more often now. As my New Year's resolution is making an active effort to change my mental state. This blog started out as a therapist recommended device, seems only fitting to actually be using it.
So, please send me story requests! Other wise, I can just ramble about my dog for the next 300 posts.... granted, even with story requests, I'll still probably talk about my awesome dog.
Until next time,
-L
PS-- Happy New Year if I don't post before then.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
3 months late, and a dollar short
Holy crap. Yes, I suck so hard guys. Can I still blame my bum arm? Which, here's an update:
This is from shortly after surgery.
That's my Action Figure shoulder--Now with karate-chop action!
And now! Just a few months after surgery, scar has flattened out, and my arm is feeling pretty awesome. Before, when I was still in the brace, I would have said that having the surgery was the worst idea I've ever had... and I've done some really, really dumb things! But I digress, my arm feels about 90% back.
So, now that I'm back and plan on actually posting, story time! This one is a little... sexual.
So, all minors out!!!!!
Are you gone yet? No really, X out.... you've been warned.
A very long time ago, I use to date... shock/death!
Well, back in 2005 I was dating my last gf and we had a bit of alone time in my dorm room. Fill in the details if you want, probably not, I know. But it came to a point where some lube was required. Now, a small backstory.
A night club in Ann Arbor, named Necto, has a gay night. Friday nights for those who are in the wanting-to-know. Well, back in those days, Necto use to pass out little "care packages" at the end of the night. They had a few condoms, lube--see, ties in!--and a info packet on AIDS/HIV prevention. And I use to frequent this club. Anyway.
So, back to my dorm room. So, in a moment of what I thought was glory, I grab one of these little ID Lube packets out of the baggy, tear it open and.... "apply." Not moments later, gf starts screaming, and bolts out of bed, and into my shared-suite bathroom! And jumps in the shower, while now yelling something about burning. I, of course, follow with a mixture of confusion and amusement. Yes, this is the day we found out gf was allergic to ID Lube. And about the time I should have known the relationship wasn't gunna work out.... as she was crying in the shower, and I was laying on the floor, also crying... but mine was from laughter.
When she got out of the shower, she was still complaining how it was still burning... oh, and to stop laughing because it wasn't funny. Between choking back the giggles, I told her that maybe lotion would help. She agrees, applys.... pause.... and then starts screaming again, and jumps back in the shower. It was pretty much all over for me at this point.
Years later, it is still one of the funniest things I have ever been involved in. Oh, did I mention we broke up?
Thank you so much to my friends that read this, and those who have been bugging me to start writing again. I'm gunna make a solid effort to keep moving forward with this.
Please, post story requests. @Allen, don't worry... DEMF story is coming. Gotta get the people in first, ;-)
So, in closing, one last thing.... I'm a blonde now!
This was taken on my way to work today.... look how rad it looks!
Next post, I'll tell y'all about how awesome my job is.
Peace out,
L
So, now that I'm back and plan on actually posting, story time! This one is a little... sexual.
So, all minors out!!!!!
Are you gone yet? No really, X out.... you've been warned.
A very long time ago, I use to date... shock/death!
Well, back in 2005 I was dating my last gf and we had a bit of alone time in my dorm room. Fill in the details if you want, probably not, I know. But it came to a point where some lube was required. Now, a small backstory.
A night club in Ann Arbor, named Necto, has a gay night. Friday nights for those who are in the wanting-to-know. Well, back in those days, Necto use to pass out little "care packages" at the end of the night. They had a few condoms, lube--see, ties in!--and a info packet on AIDS/HIV prevention. And I use to frequent this club. Anyway.
So, back to my dorm room. So, in a moment of what I thought was glory, I grab one of these little ID Lube packets out of the baggy, tear it open and.... "apply." Not moments later, gf starts screaming, and bolts out of bed, and into my shared-suite bathroom! And jumps in the shower, while now yelling something about burning. I, of course, follow with a mixture of confusion and amusement. Yes, this is the day we found out gf was allergic to ID Lube. And about the time I should have known the relationship wasn't gunna work out.... as she was crying in the shower, and I was laying on the floor, also crying... but mine was from laughter.
When she got out of the shower, she was still complaining how it was still burning... oh, and to stop laughing because it wasn't funny. Between choking back the giggles, I told her that maybe lotion would help. She agrees, applys.... pause.... and then starts screaming again, and jumps back in the shower. It was pretty much all over for me at this point.
Years later, it is still one of the funniest things I have ever been involved in. Oh, did I mention we broke up?
Thank you so much to my friends that read this, and those who have been bugging me to start writing again. I'm gunna make a solid effort to keep moving forward with this.
Please, post story requests. @Allen, don't worry... DEMF story is coming. Gotta get the people in first, ;-)
So, in closing, one last thing.... I'm a blonde now!
Next post, I'll tell y'all about how awesome my job is.
Peace out,
L
Sunday, April 3, 2011
It's a Bloggy-blog World.... blog.
Hi everyone.
Long weekend of work in the world of retail. No one got punched in the face, but I would be lying if it wasn't an almost event. I was planning on posting some ex stories, but it seems fitting to drop a few old-job ones. So here we go!
Once upon a time, in a magically land in the thumb of Michigan, there is a place, caught in a 1950's time warp. Well, I should actually say, a morals of 1950's time warp. Hell for a kid like me. Ya know, not cookie cuttered... but I'm getting off topic. Well, in this town of Marysille, there was an Indian cuisine restaurant, and a 16 year old me. I got a job as a bus "boi" in the summer before my Junior year of high school. What a joke it was. The entire staff was two Indian brothers--who's family owned the place--two cooks, one bread guy, a dish washer, two other girls as hosts and me, the busser. All I did was clean, and then hide from the public eye or the headwaiter. I feel that as my $5.15 an hour wage, and no tips, that it was all the service I would preform. It was also around this time, that I realized I'm kind of a perfectionist and take too much upon myself in a work place, because eventually I was a host, bus, order taker-and-runner, phone answer and a cashier... on top of being kitchen staff and cleaning everything.
Oh, and punching bag. I should explain a little before going on, back in 2002, I was super butch, kind of looked like a little boy, flaming dyke. I'll try and find picture proof for later posts. For now, just trust me with this tid-bit of Lori trivia: When I got my driver's permit, it had me listed as male. Yes, *that* is how much I looked like a boy.Ok, moving on.
Well, the head waiter/manager/owner use to treat me like a guy. And would try and get me to cuss and rough house with him. Even at times shoving me into the door of the walk-in cooler, or when I'd go in the cooler, leaning against the door so I couldn't get out. I think he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but I just ignored him and would go back to doing whatever it was I was occupying myself with. He's lucky he never got a rise out of me. I had a pretty short temper around that time in my life, and was in great shape from my high school activities, and weight training. Oh, that and I probably could have sued the hell out of them because I was a minor. Hindsight.
Other than the abuse, this job turned out to be one of the funniest turn-of-events I can recall. Other than spending hours folding cloth napkins into Pope hats, I had the store level of a text-message-break-up!
Thanksgiving 2002. I'd called off my shift the Tuesday before.. lies, my mom called me off sick the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, but I'd had my set schedule and a confirmed posting of two weeks out, so it was no big deal. They told my mom no problem, and they'd see me the next week. Next week came, I got all dolled up in my black dress pants, and white button down shirt uniform, and headed to work. But, oddly, the kitchen door was locked. Bastards. So, breaking the rules I must note, walked to the front of the restaurant to go in the main doors. Locked. I waited another 10 minutes, and then took off for home, assuming they were taking a long weekend, and forgot to tell me. Next shift, same thing. shift after that, same thing. and then I got to the end of my known shifts, and would just do drive by's on my lunch hour to see if the store was open. Two more weeks go by, and I get a letter in the mail, with a check and a note that says, "Thanks for all your help." Yes, yes indeed. I had a store close on me, and then not tell me they were doing so. I'm glad I got my last check and at least a little bit of a bonus. Still, funny as hell... now.
That was my only job in high school. So my senior year was completely open for antics, and yes, I filled them with just that.
Since then, I've had a few other jobs: stint as a news columnist, video clerk, waitress, retail. All filled with their stories of hilarity. But I won't bore y'all with them now. There is plenty of time for those stories.
So, for the time being, I just want to thank everyone for the support and please keep reading!
L
Long weekend of work in the world of retail. No one got punched in the face, but I would be lying if it wasn't an almost event. I was planning on posting some ex stories, but it seems fitting to drop a few old-job ones. So here we go!
Once upon a time, in a magically land in the thumb of Michigan, there is a place, caught in a 1950's time warp. Well, I should actually say, a morals of 1950's time warp. Hell for a kid like me. Ya know, not cookie cuttered... but I'm getting off topic. Well, in this town of Marysille, there was an Indian cuisine restaurant, and a 16 year old me. I got a job as a bus "boi" in the summer before my Junior year of high school. What a joke it was. The entire staff was two Indian brothers--who's family owned the place--two cooks, one bread guy, a dish washer, two other girls as hosts and me, the busser. All I did was clean, and then hide from the public eye or the headwaiter. I feel that as my $5.15 an hour wage, and no tips, that it was all the service I would preform. It was also around this time, that I realized I'm kind of a perfectionist and take too much upon myself in a work place, because eventually I was a host, bus, order taker-and-runner, phone answer and a cashier... on top of being kitchen staff and cleaning everything.
Oh, and punching bag. I should explain a little before going on, back in 2002, I was super butch, kind of looked like a little boy, flaming dyke. I'll try and find picture proof for later posts. For now, just trust me with this tid-bit of Lori trivia: When I got my driver's permit, it had me listed as male. Yes, *that* is how much I looked like a boy.Ok, moving on.
Well, the head waiter/manager/owner use to treat me like a guy. And would try and get me to cuss and rough house with him. Even at times shoving me into the door of the walk-in cooler, or when I'd go in the cooler, leaning against the door so I couldn't get out. I think he was just trying to get a rise out of me, but I just ignored him and would go back to doing whatever it was I was occupying myself with. He's lucky he never got a rise out of me. I had a pretty short temper around that time in my life, and was in great shape from my high school activities, and weight training. Oh, that and I probably could have sued the hell out of them because I was a minor. Hindsight.
Other than the abuse, this job turned out to be one of the funniest turn-of-events I can recall. Other than spending hours folding cloth napkins into Pope hats, I had the store level of a text-message-break-up!
Thanksgiving 2002. I'd called off my shift the Tuesday before.. lies, my mom called me off sick the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, but I'd had my set schedule and a confirmed posting of two weeks out, so it was no big deal. They told my mom no problem, and they'd see me the next week. Next week came, I got all dolled up in my black dress pants, and white button down shirt uniform, and headed to work. But, oddly, the kitchen door was locked. Bastards. So, breaking the rules I must note, walked to the front of the restaurant to go in the main doors. Locked. I waited another 10 minutes, and then took off for home, assuming they were taking a long weekend, and forgot to tell me. Next shift, same thing. shift after that, same thing. and then I got to the end of my known shifts, and would just do drive by's on my lunch hour to see if the store was open. Two more weeks go by, and I get a letter in the mail, with a check and a note that says, "Thanks for all your help." Yes, yes indeed. I had a store close on me, and then not tell me they were doing so. I'm glad I got my last check and at least a little bit of a bonus. Still, funny as hell... now.
That was my only job in high school. So my senior year was completely open for antics, and yes, I filled them with just that.
Since then, I've had a few other jobs: stint as a news columnist, video clerk, waitress, retail. All filled with their stories of hilarity. But I won't bore y'all with them now. There is plenty of time for those stories.
So, for the time being, I just want to thank everyone for the support and please keep reading!
L
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Thick as Thieves
WOW! Thanks everyone for such awesome early support!!!!
Five followers strong!!!! Much kudos to my lovely, lovely friends.... now, make your friends read it :-)
I've had my first story request from my long time friend Allen... who's name, I might add, will come up many times, and mostly in the most outrageous stories. If you know him, you understand. But for those of you who don't, here's a little background on our tempestuous relationship.
Allen and I have been known of each other since junior high, and have been bestie since high school... so something like 10 years now.. He's one of the first gay friends I've ever had. And in turn, one of the first to know of my own greedy persuasions, or should I say my somewhere in the middle lying on the Kinsey scale? Ok, ok... you've dragged it out of me... I'm kind of a screaming queen, bleeding heart liberal, bisexual. Not always how I saw myself, but that is a story for another time.
At a time in high school, the rumor was that Allen and I were dating. Or screwing? I'm not sure if there is a difference anymore. Mostly because we had such high affection for each other, and we still do. He's my favorite person to be a crying drunk with. Anyway, we always found the whole idea completely hilarious, and would play it up as much as possible. We'd even gone as far as to stage a big hallway kiss in front of a lot of people, just to confuse them for our own amusement... it worked. It's funny now, how in one breath people would call me a slut for hanging around all these boys, because--of course--I was sleeping with all of them, and then in the next breath be called a dyke. Anyone else see the controversy in their ideas? I should mention, most of the boys I was spending time with, including Allen, were homosexual males. Whoops. I digress.
So yes, other than messing with my mind of our classmates, him and I have always had a knack for getting into a lot of trouble. But, thankfully, we have each other's backs when it needs to happen... like the time I got alcohol poisoning! He kept a good eye on me that night while I puked my guts up and floated in-and-out of consciousness. I even ended up throwing up out the window of his car going down the highway. Now, I should also mention, we--myself, and the two passangers in the backseat--told him we needed to pull over, but he just kept driving, as I the car speed down the road at something like 50mph. Viscosity in an active practice. One of my finer moments, of course.
Now, keep in mind, those are just high school shenanigans... we've gotten better like a fine wine with age... or maybe fomented like apple cider?
He's also the boy that has laid claims on my uterus to bare him spawn of his own. It was an interesting day in 10th grade when he walked by, poked me in the uteral area, and proclaimed, "Mine." before being on his way. We'll see how that pans out.
So, back to why I have given a small background on my dear friend, he has made a story request that I'm not sure if I'm ready to tell yet. I believe I need to prepare my adoring fans before it can come to be. I need to mention at this point in time, that I use to be a bad girl. And I don't mean the cute kind of way. I mean, party hard and then party harder the next day kind of girl. I have a past, and I am not ashamed to tell the world about it. I have quite a few life experiences that most 25 year olds do not... or for that matter, life experiences that most people will never have. Mostly involving substance abuse, and drag queens.
So, forewarning, that there are some stories that though are pretty funny in nature, they were pretty dangerous at the time, and I'm very lucky to be alive still. Again, more stories to get into for that.
But for now, this cripple needs to wash her hair, and then head to bed for a full day at work tomorrow. I'm not going to try and encore copyright issues so lets just say I work in retail for now.
Thank you again for reading, please comment and or let me know if there's something you think I should talk about!!!
Much love,
L
Five followers strong!!!! Much kudos to my lovely, lovely friends.... now, make your friends read it :-)
I've had my first story request from my long time friend Allen... who's name, I might add, will come up many times, and mostly in the most outrageous stories. If you know him, you understand. But for those of you who don't, here's a little background on our tempestuous relationship.
Allen and I have been known of each other since junior high, and have been bestie since high school... so something like 10 years now.. He's one of the first gay friends I've ever had. And in turn, one of the first to know of my own greedy persuasions, or should I say my somewhere in the middle lying on the Kinsey scale? Ok, ok... you've dragged it out of me... I'm kind of a screaming queen, bleeding heart liberal, bisexual. Not always how I saw myself, but that is a story for another time.
At a time in high school, the rumor was that Allen and I were dating. Or screwing? I'm not sure if there is a difference anymore. Mostly because we had such high affection for each other, and we still do. He's my favorite person to be a crying drunk with. Anyway, we always found the whole idea completely hilarious, and would play it up as much as possible. We'd even gone as far as to stage a big hallway kiss in front of a lot of people, just to confuse them for our own amusement... it worked. It's funny now, how in one breath people would call me a slut for hanging around all these boys, because--of course--I was sleeping with all of them, and then in the next breath be called a dyke. Anyone else see the controversy in their ideas? I should mention, most of the boys I was spending time with, including Allen, were homosexual males. Whoops. I digress.
So yes, other than messing with my mind of our classmates, him and I have always had a knack for getting into a lot of trouble. But, thankfully, we have each other's backs when it needs to happen... like the time I got alcohol poisoning! He kept a good eye on me that night while I puked my guts up and floated in-and-out of consciousness. I even ended up throwing up out the window of his car going down the highway. Now, I should also mention, we--myself, and the two passangers in the backseat--told him we needed to pull over, but he just kept driving, as I the car speed down the road at something like 50mph. Viscosity in an active practice. One of my finer moments, of course.
Now, keep in mind, those are just high school shenanigans... we've gotten better like a fine wine with age... or maybe fomented like apple cider?
He's also the boy that has laid claims on my uterus to bare him spawn of his own. It was an interesting day in 10th grade when he walked by, poked me in the uteral area, and proclaimed, "Mine." before being on his way. We'll see how that pans out.
So, back to why I have given a small background on my dear friend, he has made a story request that I'm not sure if I'm ready to tell yet. I believe I need to prepare my adoring fans before it can come to be. I need to mention at this point in time, that I use to be a bad girl. And I don't mean the cute kind of way. I mean, party hard and then party harder the next day kind of girl. I have a past, and I am not ashamed to tell the world about it. I have quite a few life experiences that most 25 year olds do not... or for that matter, life experiences that most people will never have. Mostly involving substance abuse, and drag queens.
So, forewarning, that there are some stories that though are pretty funny in nature, they were pretty dangerous at the time, and I'm very lucky to be alive still. Again, more stories to get into for that.
But for now, this cripple needs to wash her hair, and then head to bed for a full day at work tomorrow. I'm not going to try and encore copyright issues so lets just say I work in retail for now.
Thank you again for reading, please comment and or let me know if there's something you think I should talk about!!!
Much love,
L
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