Okay, I need to take a minute to rant about something. I am so tired of my boobs being some kind of conversation topic. They're BOOBS, first of all. They are not the Holy Grail, they don't have magical powers... they're not even that pretty. If I had a dollar for every time someone has made a comment about my boobs, an unwanted comment, I wouldn't have to work. It drives me crazy. I've never liked my chest. I started developing in 6th grade and by the time I got my reduction I was a 36DD. I was SO self conscious about them, I absolutely hated them. It was SO hard shopping at the mall and getting stares and cat calls. It doesn't make someone feel good. I don't like wondering if a guy is looking at me simply because I have a big chest. I'd much rather him look at me because I have gorgeous eyes, great lips, a pretty face... even a nice ass. What makes it worse is being at work, when everyone seems to have a comment about my boobs. Every girl gets cold and, pardon the term, nips out. But somehow because my boobs are bigger people feel the need to make comments about it. The cooks are continually making comments about me and now that Betty is back at work the nickname "Jugs" is sure to come back. It doesn't make me feel good. I'm a smart, nice girl and there are so many other things I would rather be known for than my boobs. I got my reduction because I hated them and sometimes I am still not comfortable with their size. If I could get another reduction... I probably would. Because I'm so tired of everyone making them out to be something their not. It's not that I'm even pissed off... but it's hard to know that people are talking about you and about the biggest thing that you are SO self conscious about. Maybe I shouldn't be so bothered about it but how can you not be bothered by something that people are constantly commenting about? It's not exactly easy to forget about it...
Anyway. So that's my rant.
I think I got asked out by one of our bussers last night. Lol. Oh my god. Okay... I really don't want to sound like a stuck up bitch right now. But this guy is SUCH a dork. And I usually love dorks but he's the kind of dork that just makes you want to smack him in the face. Anyway, so last night I was making a couple of malts for Meghan and Nick, AKA Slow Mo, comes up to me and asks me what my plans for the weekend are. I couldn't figure out what he was getting at so I told him... and thankfully, like almost every weekend these days, I'm busy. He was like, "Oh you shot me down, I was going to ask you to come hang out with my "crew" and me." I just walked away utterly confused. Wow.
Today should be a pretty good day. I'm leaving around 1 to head to Maplewood Mall to get some summer clothes shopping done. I also want a book or two for the drive to Illinois next weekend... I mean, I know I'll be with Rich in the car and I'm excited to spend so much time with him. But I get SO antsy during long car rides, I need a book to read too. Rich, I adore talking to you but I'm a bookworm at heart and the best time to read is during long car rides. Anyway... so I need to stop at Barnes and Noble and I also need to find some black pants and some cheap, white button up shirts for work. I've heard Wal-Mart's good for that and I HATE Wal-Mart but I'm a girl on a budget, so I'll have to deal. After shopping I have a bridesmaid meeting at Shan's new place and I'm super excited to see the new place and eat, what Shannon keeps saying, is gonna be some damn good food. Should be good times!
Tomorrow I start serving and I'm a little nervous. I just want to do really well because I talk a lot of talk around work and now I guess I'm going to have to do some walking. I really want to do well because I need to make some MAD tips this summer or I won't be able to afford to live here. I really am nervous. I've always been told I'm a people person and everyone at work thinks I'll make a good server but... I don't know, I worry anyway. I need to stop being such a worrier!
ANYWAY! So my head is STILL congested and my throat is still sore. I'm really worried because I don't seem to be getting any better. I've had allergies before and I'm not so sure that this is allergies. I know I should go to the doctor but this is me being stubborn and hoping it just goes away by itself. Bah.
Gotta run. More soon!
