Treading Water Without a Cocktail

Kind of slipping a bit. Just over a month ago I got the best waiting gig I've ever had and within a week I have been written up twice. First off, I am more than able to own up to my mistakes, and do so with no problem, but this shit was due to the incompetence of the training staff and the sub-management. And for those who really know me, no I did not shoot off my big mouth, this really wasnt my fault. So essentially, now I look like a jackass to the people I do care about in upper-management, and that doesn't make me feel too good to know that they are questioning why they hired me. I've been instructed to treat this as "my opportunity to shine" which is all well and good. But as I already work my ass off and have been given shit by my co-workers for "working too hard" and I got written up anyway, I'm terrified some other crazy ass termite is going to wiggle out of the woodworks and get me fired. Because I've already got two strikes against me, and I'm scared the other shoe is going to drop. But I'm trying not to dwell. I really need this job, and the money is just sick. So send your good thoughts up for me, I'll hear em with my heart and be glad we are friends. I just feel like I haven't had 20 good minutes for a deep breath and a "Ok, what's next." If I'm not working, I'm sleeping generally. And I feel like I've bailed on my good friends of late because of this job. But I will get that deep breath, and as soon as I figure out what day it is, I will do my best to be a real person again. :0) Cheers.

!REJOICE!

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! THE LAST OF THE IKEA FURNITURE IS PUT TOGETHER!!! ALL CALL OUT IN RAPTURE!!! THE INEXPENSIVE YET TOTALLY INFURIATING/TIME CONSUMING FURNITURE SHALL TORTURE ME NO MORE!! NO MORE SMASHED TOES! NO MORE THREATS OF THROWING THE THE GOD-%$&*#! SHIT OUT THE WINDOW! NO MORE NEIGHBORS NON-CHALANTLY ASKING MY ROOMMATE IF I HAVE TURRET'S!
IT HAS ENDED!!!

Hey All!

Anyone still read this thing? If you do, you sir/madam, are a superfan. And superfans get e-brownies which will be sent to your emails promptly. (Good luck with that) I feel like a huge chunk of my life was not put down here (probably because it wasn't). I've moved twice, and am now in the apartment I will spending the rest of my natural life in (mostly because there are 6 flights of stairs and I'm not fucking moving again). I am currently living with my absolute ideal roommate (who I will call Samwell) and we bought just an obscene amount of IKEA furniture. Word to the wise, CHECK THAT SHIT OUT BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE STORE!!! Or you will end up like me with a bed that takes up half of your room and has no base to it so you can't even sleep on it. On the bright side, it is big enough to have our housewarming party on, so I got that going for me.
I'm flying solo once again, seems to be what's necessary at this point. I was asked the other day by a co-worker (i've switched jobs AGAIN, but this one actually earns me that mysterious green stuff I haven't seen since the Great Green Fire of '76) "Hey Cassie, what do you like to do for fun?" I honestly named a few things I did in college, and lied about the rest. I've realized I'm kind of a workaholic of late. Solution? Buy a guitar (havent seen mine since July), and uh...I have no idea. Thoughts? I'd be welcome to suggestions.
Anyway superfans, thanks for not giving up on me. The rest of you? Shit I don't blame you. My last post was rhyming garble and was posted approximately 19,000 years ago. Although I could call you all poo-flinging bastards, because you're not reading this anyway. Nah, I'll save that for those who really deserve it. That's right. The Stroller Whores of Oakbrook Mall. Don't let them push you out of the way with their yuppie spawn! Fight the Pottery Barn Man! Fight em!
And scene.