"It's the 'Miranda's random news show'...staring..."

OK, our first guest today is the most recent and exciting news of all (or at least to me) I am having a little girl!! YAY I had my ultrasound on Monday, it took the student tech. chick an extra 20 minutes to realize that my baby is very modest, and kept her body clenched up tight...knees in her chin, feet crossed in front of her girly parts...so she went and got the senior tech, and let me go pee FINALLY. The senior tech figured it out in like 3 minutes. I am glad it's a girl, that makes me excited, I just hope I don't scar my child from pink and dresses like my mother did to me...I'll keep the pink down to a dull roar, don't worry...but little baby girls look so cute in dresses...but I see lots of bright colors in her future, like orange, yellow, maybe even lime green...or soft purple...god I can't wait to tickle her tummy...

Other news...sorry those who read this, I never got to the whole "I got a job" news, but I guess this annoying story starts in February...I'll start there:

FEBRUARY 12th, 2008. Valentine's Day
The Depot. My parents used to take me there when I was younger. Within the last like 5 years, it has bounced around from being sold to other random people, going out of business, opening some new business that bombs in the first few months, whatever. Apparently in November of 2006, an obnoxious man named Larry and his "wife/girlfriend/life partner" or whatever she is named Mary Jane, or MJ, opened an Italian restaurant. They somehow even found themselves a real Italian chef...Vito. Born and raised in Italy. He's like 67 or something...old and set in his ways...remember that...
Needing a job, I decided one day sitting at home bored and alone, hey, I should put in some applications at places that look like fun...I need money, hey, the Depot, lets go in there. I walked in to find two girls probably between the ages of 19 and 22. Lisa, 19, apparently graduated with Tony, not that either of them know each other. The other girl, I already forgot her name. I put in my application, she said she'd call me, because they needed a new waitress.
The next day, she called for me to come in for an interview. I did, and she introduced me to Vito, and MJ, and told me that if it doesn't come from either my head waitress (which was her) or Vito, don't do it. Vito is virtually the boss of everybody, apparently because he is the shit and is always right, etc. The next day was Valentine's Day, they wanted me to come in at 10am to help set up for dinner which started at 4pm. I did, I stood on my feet all day for the first time in weeks, worked my ass off, and apparently, without trying, impressed Vito. YEAH!
Sorry, going into too much detail...about 3 weeks ago this Thursday, I was working with Lisa, my schedule was 11am to 4pm, at 2pm, everybody but one waitress and one cook go on break until 4pm...which meant me and chef was staying while everybody went on break since Lisa worked until 8pm. At like 2:15, a group of 20 people came in, and I served them to the best of my ability. Out of 7 separate tickets, THE FIRST ONE I FILLED OUT WAS FOR A COUPLE WHO WANTED LASAGNA, AND RAVIOLI. I literally had served the same couple the day before. I remember this because somebody who knew them joked about how he was a lawyer and tips big. Salads came with their lasagna and ravioli, they both wanted French. I wrote this on my ticket. I handed chef my completed tickets, I waited for him to look at all of them and he said "OK, I got it." and I went and refilled drinks and got salads around.
Soon, chef had all of my food done and ready. Except for my ravioli. I asked him where it was and he freaked out and asked where on any of my tickets it said i needed ravioli. I hadn't seen my tickets since I originally handed them to him, chef had handed them to another waitress who just came in for her pay check but was helping me out a little. I got them from her, and showed him. He accused me of forgetting to tell him that I added onto the ticket, and that he doesn't make mistakes, and I am calling him a liar because I told him I didn't add the ravioli, and he continues to go on that being a chef is his life and he doesn't fuck up like that and then told me to go home as soon as my table left. He was very mad, none the less.
I didn't say anything bad about him, he put words into my mouth, I never called him a liar, all I said is that I'm not a liar. But CHEF IS ALWAYS RIGHT. Jimmy got a job there, he agrees with me on how even if chef fucks up, it's totally everybody else's fault. Because chef was pissed off about this, he had his wife, who happens to do the schedules, take my name off the schedule. I kept calling, for 2 weeks, "am I needed today? When will I get to work?" They just kept telling me "we hired a new girl, we don't want her to screw up, so we're training her good". What the hell ever. I went in last Thursday, and personally asked chef if I was ever going to be put back on the schedule, he said basically he still is upset about that day, and how I still won't admit to screwing up (BECAUSE I DIDN'T) and he still isn't over it. "I need some more time" he says.
Well fuck him and his stick he still has up his ass. I didn't fuck up, and I'm not going to say that I did just to make you feel better. I'm not going to lie about doing something I didn't do. Fuck that.
At least Jimmy is doing well, apparently chef really likes Jimmy, which is good.

Well my wrist hurts now, sorry for ranting, it just really upsets me that he is so petty. GET OVER IT. Other than that, not a whole lot new going on, job hunting, slaving for my parents to work off my $900 some odd dollar debt...yeah, I owe them money...lots of money. So instead of them hiring some new punk kid and paying him minimum wage, they just have me come in and work for like $6 an hour but at least it's under the table, no taxes...not that I'll see anything of it, I already saw it...now I'm just working it off...speaking of, I need to go get ready, I have to go to the bike shop at 1:30 to hang out with mom and do nothing. WOO.