Transplanted Life
Friday, September 24, 2004
No more waiting tables
No more waitressing! At lesat, not any time soon. I've got the weekend off, the Star Wars movies on DVD, and a job with benefits and regular hours starting on Monday. Life's pretty good.

(Well, except for Francona pulling a Grady during the ballgame. Stupid, stupid, stupid...)

I wish it hadn't been an evening shift, so that Doug and I could have done something to celebrate. He's just not a guy for starting a date at ten, though, and I think it is kind of tacky to celebrate not having a job even more, even when you're talking about a specific job.

Carter and Maureen are out again tonight. Is it catty of me to say that I don't quite see what they see in each other? I mean, I know the whole opposites attract thing, but I sometimes wonder what they talk about when they're together. Maybe it's just physical.

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