• I now loathe the job I used to love. Waiting tables isn't my thing. Yeah, I make good money on busy days, but I have too many insecurity issues to be a waitress. Every time I'm tipped less than 20%, I panic and start thinking I suck, which leads me to screw up with my subsequent tables. It's the slippery slope of doom :( Also, I'm kind of anti-social, which is a problem because socialising = better tips = better waitress!me. Obviously, there's a problem here. I want to quit, but I can't find a job anywhere else, so I guess I have to stick it out until I go back to school.
• Speaking of school... I miss it so much it literally hurts :( I've never been homesick, but I get schoolsick the moment I'm off campus. I want to go back to USC and LA. Chicago is a great city, but it's about as exciting as watching grass grow. All I can do is eat myself into oblivion, drag myself to work every once in a while, attempt to write and bemoan my failure as a writer when I can't manage more than a sentence, and read/reread/rereread yaoi. My parents drive me up the fucking wall, my friends here aren't so much friends as people I hang out with because I have dependency issues, and there's no one around to get me off my ass and to the gym. I'm just about as useless as this city.
• Um. More malware somehow found its way onto the computer at work. I'm pretty sure it's a combination of Vundo and Smitfraud this time, but all the usual ways of removing those trojans aren't working for me. I made a post at Geeks to Go so hopefully someone will respond to me soon, because this is stressing the fuck out of me. At least there's no porn this time!
• Even though my schedule is pretty much empty, I have way too much shit to do. I only work 2-4 days a week, but they're long hours (8-10 hours), and I can only use the computer to browse the internet when there are no customers around. (Obviously, I can no longer do this because of the malware infection.) When I have free time, I idle it away. This is a problem. I've got to start putting some serious effort into my
  hd_inspired fic and SKoM, because once I get my hp_cross_fest assignment, I'll be fucked. Unfortunately, I'm stuck on both of those fics -- I can't think of a theme to structure the HDI fic around, and SKoM is being stubborn as usual. I've actually been going back and forth with the wonderful lapislazuli67, who's translating SKoM into German, about some of the mistakes she caught in previous chapters and the fic in general. Sadly, my beta is MIA, so I'm desperate for someone to whom I can ramble about my fic XD But the more I go over the fic, the more I'm starting to regret ever writing it. I started writing with a decent idea, but the fic grew a mind of its own and ran away from me o_O *sigh* To add onto my rapidly growing pile of WiPs, I've also got a million editing projects to work on for DP. Most of those are enjoyable, though, so it's not so much work as fun. It also helps that Faye is seriously awesome and patient and understanding <3

so i'm at work right now, and some lady just called in for delivery. i was talking to her on the phone, and she wanted to change the address we have on record. so i asked her if she wanted to replace the old one or just add this new one. she got all irritated and said that obviously she wanted to add the new one. i was like, ...okay. then we get to her order. she started listing off the food she wanted so i didn't have time to stop and ask her if she wanted her egg drop soup for one or for two. she asked for her sushi to be in two boxes, so i said fine. then i repeated her order and asked her about the egg drop. she replied with "uh, i said i wanted it for two earlier." i was like, bitch no you didn't. THEN we get to her card number. there was something wrong with her phone, because i couldn't hear her clearly (maybe that's why i missed the "for two" part), and people were talking in the background where she was, which didn't help. i had to keep asking her to repeat the numbers. she got so bitchy about and started listing the numbers from start to finish in this loud, exaggerated voice. when she finished she heaved this huge, irritated sigh to the guy she was with. i was like, excuse me? calm the fuck down, lady. THEN she called again asking to change the delivery to pick-up. i wanted to shoot her.

ugh. i hate dealing with people.