  A real confidence booster... Ok since I am 99.9% sure I am going to accept the job I just had to celebrate with some food I really shouldn't eat. So me being the big spending glamour gal that I am grabbed five bucks and headed down to KFC. I know those fast food drive thru's don't have the best sound system, but if I get called sir one more time at one I might just scream. "That will be $5.29 sir please drive up..." I briefly wished to crawl through the box and smack some sense into the girl, but I am a nice girl not a nasty one. Who really cares that some poor soul who is stuck working a nasty job calls me sir, I know what I look like and what I am so it shouldn't matter.
Unfortunately right now for me it does matter. I hope I can get over this soon, not that I do much fast food anymore. I got a call from the nice gay fellow who ran the bartender school, he was calling to offer me a job. I thanked him, said I was sorry but the offer from the other fellow gave me more input in the business and got me out and about in the field.
I asked him if he thought I would do well as a bartender, he said "Yeah, you have the personality, the look, you would do very well at it. " Hmmm, I hope he isn't blowing smoke up me ass, I am going to take that course once I am settled in the new job. I found a way to help my friend in Boston, I went to FTD and sent her a little planter of lucky bamboo to give her some luck, she called me crying for being so nice. I feel so bad for my friend, I wish I could help more. She is such a good person, she just has been shit on in life just because she isn't attractive on the outside, but let me tell you she could be a supermodel on the inside.
Not too many people fall into this category for me, she is up there. Hopefully luck will come her way, I know she deserves it. Oh well I'm going to go work on my blanket, I won't have as much free time soon, hopefully. urlLink postCount('107999659893611522'); | urlLink postCountTB('107999659893611522'); 
