On nervous new people and Adventure Time

Why is this not my hair? Stupid work dress codes.

Pony came over today with all her hair chopped off and a really cool purple colour. It looked pretty sweet, and I was instantly jealous that I couldn't dye my hair funky colours as well. I'm so sick of my hair, but since I'm letting it grow out I don't want to touch it. I kinda wanted to go by Pony's apartment, take her hair and glue it to my head though. I miss fun hair. Being an adult with adult hair is far less fun than people make it out to be.

On pokemon partying and awesome suits.

I'd like to think it looked something like this, but exchange the mushrooms for near-obscene amounts of candy and alcohol.

 Against all odds I managed to blast through sewing my Snorlax costume in time for the party last night, and it was all kinds of fun. As always when the Pokemon Drinking Game is in action, there's way too much drinking going on, and after having slept much too little for way too long I ended up falling asleep around 1.30 am cuddled up between Knives Chau (dressed as Mew) and Honeybadger (dressed as Brock) while around us, Blastoise (the Puppy), Slowpoke, Pikachu, Jigglypuff and Oddish were joking around and telling stories and laughing at stuff, and poor Jessie from Team Rocket had too much to drink and was sitting it out on the balcony to regain some composure before going home. And let's just say I have a waiting list a mile long for Pokemon suits.

On flu shots and ice cream

Anime boy Yohei came back to work to get his flu shot, and I found myself disproportionately sad that he spent his time talking to Karate Husband's wife rather than me. I mean, I had to work obviously, but I still felt a bit left out. I just want people to like me so desperately that I feel like a kicked puppy when I'm not clearly adored at all times. I mean, I know Yohei thinks I'm cool to be around, as he always small-talks in encouraging ways before leaving for work (and he called me 'nee-chan', 'sis', the other day), but my brain works in mysterious ways and if I don't get constant validation I think that somehow people have magically started to hate me.

On needlessly worrying about competition that doesn't measure up

Tuesday, this young half Japanese kid came into work to meet Karate Husband to discuss work. Me being me (and on Shan's insistence), I sneaked around as discretely as I could, trying to pick up what they were saying as the interview was conducted in Japanese. I didn't want to be obvious about it as that would seem kinda rude to Karate Husband. This kid seemed to want to work evenings after school, but I'm not entirely sure he was over twenty, and that's one of our rules for serving alcohol. There seemed to be some issues, and I'm not sure the meeting went in his favour, as he left pretty quickly without being introduced to either Shan or me and Karate Husband later didn't mention it at all, but I still spent the entire time he was there fretting, mentally going 'please don't take my hours' over and over in my head.

I found the ad for the job online, and it seems like it's more of a kitchen duty kind of job, like anime boy Yohei's job, which is comforting to me. Also they put 'being able to speak Japanese' as a must, so I don't think we'll be seeing a surge of candidates anytime soon.

On pattern people being evil and meeting the most American man in the world

Man, sometimes some days are just a big pile of crap. Like yesterday, everything went wrong and I felt like I was under water all day, being slow and sluggish and stupid. I hate it. I couldn't make sense of my pattern, because some idiot decided that red and green are the best colours to use to differentiate between pattern pieces. Never mind that colourblind people in the world, like yours truly, might like to make something from these pieces. "Fuck colourblind people," the people at the pattern company seem to have thought. "Fuck them all." Fuck you, pattern people.

On early mornings and busy weeks

I woke up much too early today with a sore throat. I wish I could stay home, but I went by work with the Puppy to have a beer after having come back from my parents' house looking distinctly un-ill, so they wouldn't buy that it was for real. Ah well, Mondays aren't that bad anyway. If this keeps up, I'll take Wednesday or whatever other bullshit day of the week off. No worries.

It feels pretty good waking up early. This way I can compensate for going out drinking yesterday instead of studying. It was really nice - since I work with people who drink every day and tend to be much too tired on the weekends to even want to go out then, I don't drink all that often, and just talking shit with the Puppy was really relaxing. I was pretty tired after hanging out with my parents, my sister-in-law and my niece, even though it was a slow weekend. There were some weight-related concerns raised, as dad went to poke my side and jabbed straight into a rib, but they seem to get that it's not intentional and instead tried to think of creative ways for me to eat more at work.

On weekend plans and pokemon

What Fridays at the restaurant feel like.

Friday rolled around, and as always I'm approaching it with a slight feeling of dread. There's always so much to do, despite being two people. Shan says that the number of people who come in the fall and winter dwindles the darker the days get, but I've gotta say that I've noticed more of an increase. I feel like we're always busy, and while that's good for the restaurant, it's so damn tiring. Luckily I'm not alone on Fridays, and this week I'll probably even have Mafune there to save the day, but I can't wait for the weekend to start.