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	[quote name="four20"]<b>September 28th, 2004:</b> I invited the Illustrious Awesomely Wholesomely Beautiful Doctor Professor of the Highest Stature Ella Ofir to my party on Friday. She's sweet, well mannered, gracious and of the highest intellectual pedigree. Unfortunately, she declined my invitation. <i>Date: Tue, 28 Sep 2004 10:56:40 -0400 From: Ella To: Johannes Subject: Re: Invitation Hi Joe, Thanks very much for the invitation. It sounds like it'll be a fun evening. Unfortunately I'll have to decline, as I've already got plans for the night. Hope all's well with you. Ella</i> <b>September 29th, 2004:</b> Last night was my first night bussing at Future Bakery & Cafe. Its a fun place to work, and I got the "welcome to the family" from other employees. The waitresses are cool too. I'm the new guy, so I guess that's why the professional waitresses didn't tip me for working my ass off for them. WTF? One of them even pulled me aside and asked if I can do her tables for her and that she'd tip me for it; nothing from her. If I'm not clearing their tables for them or stocking their pint glasses and coffee cups then they're not serving other customers. I did so much work for the girls and its like they had a memory laspe when it came to giving me a cut of their take. I guess it cause I'm the new guy. I'm working Friday & Saturday from 7PM-1PM; the busiest nights of the week. Hopefully, the "professional waitresses" pay me for services rendered. I'm going to miss some of my party, I can't really ask to not work on Friday, the schedule is already made. On Monday, I show up at "The Bagel" to work and the owner tells me that he has bad news. He can't afford me. WTF? Fine, I understand that you're a new entrepreneur/small business man. He said that he was robbed and tools were stolen from the basement (tools that he borrowed) and and has to replace. He took down my hours etc and asked me to write down my address so that he can cut me a check for my work. He apologized for having to let me go. The thing is, I don't care if I actually get paid. IT'S THE FUCKING PRINCIPLE! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT HAPPENED! ITS NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM! PAY ME MY MONEY MOTHERFUCKER! Like I said, I don't care if I'm paid--- However, I'm also primitive when it comes to things like this i.e. cinder block being thrown into the window or coming in while customers are in there and picking up a table and throwing it! He's a good hardworking man, so I won't come with my collaspeable baton and tell him that I'll put him in a fucking coma and then split his fucking skull again when he wakes up from it. P.S. A few weeks ago, my best friend was telling me that I have a temper et cetera. Well frankly, I do. But it has more to do with having a low threshold because of the job hunt thing that was consuming me before. There were some incidents where friends that I just made were astonished at how VOLATILE I can be towards those I don't call friends. The pervese thing is, I like doing it; I like talking to people like they've never been spoken to before while breaking and trashing things infront of them. The rage thing is bizzare beacuse I'm not someone who really sweats the small stuff. I used to when I was in my early teens when I used to carry a knife too. Then again, I haven't had money to buy my Celexa for around a month now. That's what probably explains why I'm so James Gandolfini (a.k.a Tony Soprano) like. Like Tony, I'm likable, sweet, yet volatile and primitive. [/quote]