Thursday

first of all, a la MLA:

Day 1:

(everything was good til work)

Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice of sourdough with butter
Slice Key Lime Pie
Slice of sourdough with butter


Okay, so I was at work today (I'm a server at CPK in the Water Tower mall) and had already been phased and was about to walk out the door- it was 8:30 p.m. and we were to close in 30 minutes. Then a woman walked in and said she had a party of 35. She had a group of high school students from all over Africa who were on a trip across America. I was asked to stay, because there were only 2 servers left. (insert hectic frenzy of 3 servers dealing with 35 people, whom don't all speak English, and whom have different customs--- made for a difficult hour). Anyway, you could tell they were all really excited to be there, and very, very polite and friendly. When they were finished, we employees were all scattered around cleaning and such, and they stood up and started singing.

It was, hands down, the coolest thing I have ever heard. They all got together and were incredibly loud. I don't know how to describe it, and can't compare it to anything I have ever experienced, other than saying it felt like I was standing in the middle of the Lion King. (horrible comparison, I know).

Oh, also, R. Kelly came in today (no, he didn't pee on anybody). He sat at the counter (our bar) and was with some fat white man (obvs his lawyer) and a few other thugs. They all ordered bowls of soup. R. Kelly got a bowl of tortilla soup (I served it to him), pesto cream penne, and (get this) for a drink he got pineapple cranberry juice. Yeah. R. Kelly, huge, freaky thug, white du rag, huge blingy watch, and a pretty little pink drink. He comes in often and always tips 100%. He asked the bartender what my name was. I was waiting for him to hit on me, just so I could tell him off. But he didn't, so I didn't get the chance. BUT, a fellow server did get fired today because of sexual harassment against me. His name is Marco and he told me he would "make my life a living hell," last Sunday. (This is not the only thing he has done to me, but I don't really feel like naming all the different situations- basically, he's a short little asshole) I told the managers today, just so they would be aware, and they immediately said he was a goner. Good. He was a douchbag. Seriously- imagine every single stereotype about all the different kinds of douchebags, and then imagine all of them displayed by the same person. at one time. yeah, he was that bad.

well, that's all that happened on my thursday. what did you do today?

loving chicago,
AMK

"Ima pee on you like R. Kelly!"
-Darnell Humphrey, to KMFP when she wouldn't let him pee in her car... or something like that.