I hate bitching about work. I really do. Only because everyone who has a job does and the majority of people don't enjoy their job. Not only that but everyone thinks their job is worse or their job is harder and for some reason they give off this vibe like they deserve something for bitching about it all the time. Which they are... they're getting money. In this entry I am going to bitch though. Just because it's not direct to anyone.

When you work at a bar it feels as though you are sucked into a completely different world when you step inside the smoke filled beer stingy hell. As the night goes on you feel as though you are the only one who has a brain besides your co-workers. Only because they are the ones who are sober with you. Which isn't beside the truth. You dial the phone number for cabs, you urge them to please not drive, you repeat yourself 12 times of how much their single beer is that they have been purchasing all night long, you tell the women to keep their clothes on and the men to keep their hands off. Whether it's the other girls or you. You're a babysitter for 'adults' who want to be children. Then when the lights come on and their beers and drinks are taken away they sit and 'wait to sober up a bit' while they watch you clean up their rude mess. The drunks leave 15 min. before you do but when you get out to your car the majority of them are still trying to figure out how to open their car doors. We can't force people to take a cab. We can't not let them drive. I wish we could. We can cut them off. That's all we can do. I respect the people who get rides. Although it's sick walking out of work after the bar is closed and still seeing half of the parking lot filled with cars. I respect them because they aren't driving. What pisses me off is...well and example of what happened last night.

I get off of work. Forced to have 2 security guards walk me out because of 2 reasons. #1: There is a sex offender on the loose. #2: The night before some of the wait staff were threatened to be raped. Now this isn't the real reason to bitch the reason is... I start backing out as I am leaving and I start going to McDonalds because I am starving. I follow this drunk ass out of the parking lot as he runs over the curb. Then I realize he doesn't have his head-lights on. Then he turns the wrong blinker on and cuts off a vehicle. He is all over the road. Now, some of you may be upset about what I did but for all I know I saved someones life. I called the cops. I don't care if I am a narc. That fucker sure as fuck shouldn't have been driving.

Now, I have decided it's okay to drink. Sure. Why not? If you drink more than once even a month I think it's gross. Yes, I will admit I did gross myself out.I would like to have a little so-called 'fun' every once in a while. I don't care if anyone else does either. Just don't be a fucking idiot because I have been drunk before to the point of black out. To the point of my best friend carying me to a vehicle that would get me home safely. I have been really drunk but I don't give a shit how drunk you are. You can still make pretty smart decisions. Like if you should be driving.

Alright, I am done.

Sorry, I have a stressful job.

Anyway, I am sick. My throat huts my nose is runny and my eyes burn and im coughing and its just icky. I also know I am sick because I am easily irritated by others. I know I have friends right now that I wouldn't see just because I know I would be irritated. However, I feel like doing something.

I have felt like seeing Taylor all day but I don't want to get him sick either. That and I seriously slept for 14 hours or something and im still tired and I don't want to fall asleep or anything when I am with him. I like him a lot though. **sigh**

So, my parents and my sister went to Red Lobster for dinner. I didnt go. I hate seafood. It's icky. Not only that but this Easter bullshit is stupid. In my opinion.

Well, I am gonna go lay my head down cause it hurts.

Song listening to/stuck in head: Deftones "Shove it"