Klutz-o-matic Finds a New Apartment!

I got an apartment!!! I am really excited about it. I am going to miss living in this beautiful townhouse with two really great guys, but...I am thinking that it's a good move for me. I think I am old enough to Mary-Tyler-Moore-my way into the world. I can eat ramon noodles on the floor of my living room and walk around in my underwear...after I buy shades so my neighbors can live in peace. Ah, excitement. Although I am going to miss my deck and washer/dryer I am all ready for my own place. The only other downside is that the guy doesn't want pets, but at least four other tenants in a 6-apt house all have pets...two of them have dogs. So...maybe if I pressure him/pay more, I'll be able to persuade my way into getting a pooch. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
I am so unbelievably excited that I got the place before the month is up. It's pretty small and in an older building, but they are doing renovations and I'll get a new kitchen and bathroom and be able to move in in September, if not earlier. The building is cool, as it used to be housing for military officers and has a history behind it. For the size (it's a 1 bedroom, not a studio) I am getting an awesome price, so I am making a list of reasons to be excited and not sad that I am leaving this place. Anyone want to go get drunk in celebration? I'm ready.
I am still digging the new job. I was given a project doing graphic design (something I know nothing about) and really liked it. I think I did alright on it; it feels kinda good to use my brain on something other than dropping beers on people/myself...We shall see. And I love my bosses! They took me out for a drink after work this week, which turned into 3 rounds of fun. I had to leave before I got wasted in front of the new bosses. I don't think that'd be cool. They apparently go over pretty often, because the bartender knew all about me. It's a good thing that they only know the good stuff so far...

I Survived the Wet Tee Shirt Contest...Barely.

So we all know that I am a major tripping asshole...well tonight proved to be the pinacle of my klutziness. I could barely breathe without creating a major accident. I dumped a beer all over me...ME, while talking at service bar. As opposed to me just dropping it randomly. And two of the hispanic kitchen staff happened to be sitting at the bar watching my nipples transform as the whole beer hit my chest. Fucking-a. I immediately asked for another shirt and the manager gave me one that was one size smaller than my current shirt. I have to admit, that it felt and looks a lot better, but one of the dudes at the bar asked me, "Is that a new shirt? Because what happened? You have cheechas..." Um. Yeah, I have always had them. So, thanks. Apparently the whole bar became better aquainted with my breasts tonight. Fun. Then at random people spilled stuff around me and came dangerously close to nailing me with various drinks/trays of food, etc. I continued to klutz myself around the bar feeling like I was on the set of Final Destination VII, where I am about to die as I hand someone a beer. And that's about it on the excitement scale. My fellow employees saw me dump my own beer on myself for no apparent reason except that I am a klutz, and found out I have nipple rings. I am a tad bit embarrased, but glad I got a new shirt out of the deal.
In other news, I am so happy with my new day job, although I feel as tired as a single mom with 5 kids (ok...not really... and I never want to know what that feels like...), I have responsibility and dress up for work and battle the crowds to get to "the office," and wear pantyhose...thrilling. I am kinda beat from working two jobs, but am liking the fact that I don't have to put a restaurant on my resume. I just got home from work and have to be at the office in 6 hours...Cheers.

Love Comes in the Form of a Tiny, Blue, Plastic Triangle

I am in love. Well, not really, but I really, really have a crush on the lead singer of The Bravery. Not only is he hot, he's super talented and I have the beginnings of a shrine underway in my apartment. I saw them live this weekend and what a great show! I saw an awesome band, got into a semi fight with a dude that jumped on my friend. We were standing really close to the stage and apparently he wanted to make it a mosh pit...but not really the right kind of music and he's outnumbered by nonjumpers. I pushed him, but only cause he jumped into my arm... ;) He pushed me back and it continued briefly. He ended up appologizing, but really...you are a major tool to push a girl. Even if you are gay. Did I mention that? He was gay. And his boyfriend seriously yelled at him when he appologized to me. I bet he got in trouble when he got home. After the shoving match, the show went on and was awesome. I got a guitar pick thrown at me after the show (which is a part of the shrine) and I am so very happy I paid double the ticket price to a skinny college aged hustler for the tickets.
Aside from the awesome show I got a new job. I am still working at the bar (only now part time, thank God) and am going to be a glorified assistant to four "Presidents" to a pretty exclusive catering company out of Old Town. I am really excited to put something on my resume that doesn't involve working for tips and hopefully will put my degree to use...as I am growing a bit hardhearted in thinking degrees don't really amount to much. We shall see!
In other news, my brother drunk called me at 3am this morning to tell me a bunch of dysfunctional stuff about our father's side of the family. It was very enlightening and I felt like getting out of a bed and getting drunk so I could contribute. He needs to keep it up, because normally I do all the talking in our relationship and annoy the living hell out of him. It was great.
Moving on to kharma. I am screwed for server kharma...I was a total bitch the last couple of nights to people who really did deserve it...until today. I had a table that was all over happy hour beers and were sucking down water like it was...well, liquid gold. So much work...and the tab ended up being 94 bucks Ok, so $40 of it was from Carbombs, but that leaves $50 bucks from $2 draughts, plus all those waters. You do the math...that's like 25 beers. They found out my name was Joy and yelled it all over the restaurant, which makes me want to punch people in the ribs in all honesty. So I come over and the dude scribbled 101.00 on the total line and wanted to make sure it was ok. I just looked at him and gave a drop dead look and walked off. I looked like a major bitch. They yelled my name again over my tables to say thank you and they'd be back as I waved them off and kept working, all the while giving evil stares. It turns out they put more money in the book. I am an ASSHOLE. They gave it to the bartender and yelled at me again to let me know where it was as I waved them away again. I am going to server hell. Later in the night one of the ladies in the group was at the bar and I appologized for being rude when they left. She gave me this look of confusion and said that I didn't do anything wrong. I was taken aback and felt worse, but then felt great. I can be as rude as I want to be and get away with that. But I'm still due for some bad kharma....damn.