…in an ass kicking contest. That’s what I’ve been.
One of the new hires worked one day and quit. I never even met her so I can’t be blamed for it. She said waitresses don’t make very much money and she was hoping for a hostess position. Well, alrighty then. The average hostess makes about $8/hour and the average server makes around $25/hour in the summer, which is fast approaching. You do the math and tell me who is the dummy.
In Home news, I’ve been trying to clean out the back bedroom so I can move my bed back where it belongs instead of in the living room. It’s an odd sort of arrangement with a male roommate hanging out in what’s essentially my bedroom. The back bedroom has been a junk catch all for a year and a half so saying it’s messy is an understatement.
I bought a used couch yesterday so last night when I got off work I disassembled my bed, hauled the frame down the hall to the bedroom, reassembled it and managed to get Halo’s stash of trash cleaned up from under the bed before Rex, the Roommate got home. As soon as he walked in, I knew we were in for a wild ride. He’d been drinking…for about 5 hours. I told him we could move the couch in the morning, but he had to work, so we attempted to move a 6 foot couch, in the dark, up my rickety steps and into the house while one of us was impaired.
Apparently, Rex was not the impaired one. As soon as I said, “The couch doesn’t weigh much,” the weight shifted and both the couch and I hit the ground. Twice I fell down, once with the couch on me. I got the giggles. I sat on the ground and giggled while Rex sat on the couch and glared at me. He suggested we take 5 and try again.
After the break, I managed to get a grip on the couch and get it up the steps to the front door where it jammed. Rex said, “Move the end to the left…YOUR OTHER LEFT. Holy hell Glory, are YOU drunk, too?”
Maybe I should have been.
We finally got the couch in, covered in dirt, weeds and dead grass. I pulled the cover off, threw it in the washing machine and Rex took a nap.
I’ll bet the next time I mention moving furniture he either runs away or gets me liquored up. HAHAHAHA!