Monday, January 17, 2005

How I'll Never Be...Anything I Hate

Some guy had a nail gun backfire and lodge a 4 inch nail into the roof of his mouth and up into his skull. The best part? He didn't even know it happened. Apparently he got a toothache and went to the dentist. The ensuing x-ray displayed a long piece of metal, commonly referred to as a nail, within his face. This may have prompted him to replay that nail gun incident in his head (bad pun intended).

I'm in my third week at the new job. Huh, glancing down I see that I forgot to make an entry since that first interview. Suffice to say, I'm now salary. Don't need your stinkin' tips no more. Except on weekends. I still wait tables on Saturday and Sunday so we can buy a nice birthday gift for my dad and a flat panel TV for ourselves. We are excellent consumers. Top-notch. When they talk about economic drivers...that's us.

Kevin and Jenny had their baby on the 12th. Alec Christopher. Yes, that makes his initials ACC. We like basketball. Especially ACC basketball. (We're not going to talk about the UNC-Wake game). Anywho, he was 5lbs, 4 ounces, and quite healthy despite being 5 weeks early. I become Uncle Mike for the third time.

As the lunch break draws to a close, I'm reminded of a famous quote. I do not wish to share it with you at this time.


heartlikeaglass said...

huzzah for not living for tips! i know how bad that sucks... sorry, i just randomly stumbled upon your blog and felt like commenting.

Brooks said...

Thanks for your support. Good luck with your stumbling and tip-slavery.