Just Tell Your Boss You Have Shit to Do

I had to work tonight, so off I went with my backpack in hand bc Mondays are generally dead. Usually, on Monday nights, Zack-o-lantern and I switch off between bartending and serving, but either way, we watch sitcoms on the big screen and play with the Satellite radio until we find something we like. As expected, there wasn't much goin' on when I got there, so I sat next to my boss, Benny, and started working on a paper.

Ben asked me what I was doing. He knows I'm graduating on Saturday.
I told him about my computer woes and that I was working on a paper. First, he said I could leave in like 2 hours. Then, after a few minutes of looking around, he's like "you know, actually, you can go now if you want. You should have called to tell me you had shit to do!" I started cracking up because this would only happen at a privately owned restaurant with managers as cool as mine.

Finals week. I'm really only deathly scared about Friday's final.

Bought a new c.d. today, it was time for a new one. His name is Amos Lee and I first heard his song "Arms of a Woman" on Meghan's website. I bought the album in good faith of Meg- I trusted she would not let me down. While opening the c.d., not only did I curse the ever-annoying plastic-wrap, sticker peel-off packaging of cd's, but I said that for Meg's sake, the album better not suck. She's in the safe zone. Not an ounce of suck-juice in Amos' tunes, probably because he wrote them all.

So far, my favorite song on the album is one called "Colors" because it reminds me of ::strawberries-n-sugar::and::raspberries, not the fruit::

The first track, "Keep it Loose, Keep it Tight," makes it evident that life can kick you in the ass sometimes, but you have to know how to roll with it.

"Well I walked over the bridge into the city where I live and I saw my old landlord.
We both said hello, there was nowhere else to go cause his rent I couldn't afford..
Relationships change, I think it's kinda strange how money makes a man grow....
But the people on the street, out on buses or on feet, we all got the same bloodflow.
Oh in society every dollar got a deed, we all need a place we can go...
Sometimes we forget what we got-
Who we are, oh and who we are not,
I think we got a chance to make it right if we keep it loose, keep it tight.
Sometimes we forget who we got-
Who they are, and who they are not....
There is so much more in love than black in white...
Keep it loose child, gotta keep it tight..."