Monday, May 15, 2006


I hurt my foot. I don't know how I hurt it, I just know it hurts, like I dropped something on it, only I didn't. *shrugs*

I made gyros for dinner. (That's pronounced yee-row or gyee-row (hardish g in the back of your throat) depending on the dialect of the Greek that's cooking - but NOT ever pronounced jy-row, OK, please? For the love of all food Greek!?) They were so so so good. There is an art to tzatziki sauce, and I'm not telling it. Don't even ask.

It's been a couple of years since I had a gyro, since I was working at The (now non-existent)Southern Times Restaurant. It made me think about work, realize how much I miss working, dealing with people, having my own money, getting out of the house... I do miss Southern Times, and Kay, god she was a nut. I loved her. We swore we'd keep in contact, but we never did. The last time I spoke to her was the day the restaurant closed, the day Terra fractured her skull.

Anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah, missing work. I do miss working. At least, part of me does. I don't miss the aching feet, the sore back, the rude customers, the asshole Greeks I always managed to work for. I don't miss the 14 hour shifts or the tables that didn't leave a tip.

But I do miss the atmosphere of a restaurant, the kick ass adrenaline rush that sets in on say, Friday night at 6 o'clock, or Sunday afternoon around 1 o'clock, but mostly I think I miss feeling productive. I find that my sense of self-esteem begins to plummet when I'm out of work, and after 2 years of being unemployed, well yeah, I don't think I know who I am much anymore.

Oh, I know that isn't completely due to the fact that I've been out of work, I know a lot of it is the blow my self-esteem took from losing Nova. Same thing happened after Alexis. It's just part of the deal I guess. I don't really know how to explain it, I just know it happens.

So I've been mentally tossing around the idea of going back to work. I just don't know if I'm ready. I know I'll love the work, but I also know that waitressing entails dealing with families, and families often come with babies, and I remember what that was like after Alexis.

Maybe I'll try some part time night work doing something else. I'll bet I could get on at Wal-Mart or something like that. Maybe not Wal-Mart. Wow, what the hell was I thinking when I typed that? Anyway, you get the picture - something with less direct-with-other-people's-babies type of duties. We'll see, but it isn't like I'm going out tomorrow to start putting in any applications. Maybe next Tuesday. I have Maddie Wednesday, then the appointment with Dr Watts on Thursday morning, then one with the geneticist the following Monday. Maybe after all of that.



    I signed up!


    I see a relapse in my future.

    Maybe I should take the no furtune telling pledge. Oh!

    "Breakin' the law....breakin' the law" ~ Judas Priest

  2. lmao James~
    Just promise to tell me that someday I'll have a fortune?!

  3. LMAO!! Oh, Erin. :-) I'm so glad we have James around to lighten up the atmosphere. *hug* Just take it slow, babe. You'll get there when you get there. Love you!

  4. oh damn James, lmfao, you actually signed up! hahaha g'damn that's funny.

    Heh, he's probably already relapsing...

    Mary Mary *smooch*

  5. I saw 10 from NC on the list, and one from SC (Myrtle Beach, only he spelled it wrong - probably typing with one hand...) but man Mary, there were a BUNCH from Cali... hee hee!

  6. typying wirhgvobne bouncinbfg hAND ias hrd to eo do.

  7. LMAO! OMFG! You and James are gonna be the death of me. This was just wrong on all counts! I'll never get that picture out of my head. Good lord....

  8. See, the perfect example. All your writing from the days at the restaurant is great and I would love to read it all again! I loved those characters! Alas where can I go to find those old stories. Oh, what's this, Erin gathered them together and made a book? weeeeeeeeee. Seriously I wish I could read some of those stories again!

  9. "yee-row or gyee-row"

    I once lived in a Greek Town in Illinois where the Greeks pronounced it gyee-row. Later I lived in a Greek neighborhood in Baltimore where the Greeks pronounced it yee-row.

    Or was it the other way around?

    But I've also heard it pronounced gY-row. Frankly, all I cared about was the fact that I like 'em.

  10. Krisstanamus11:13 AM

    Oh I love Gyros!!!!! Hmmm,....Craving....Must have...DAMNIT!!!