and that was about 3 or 4 weeks ago...
Now, with in the past few weeks: Since I don't have a car anymore, that is until I get enough money to get it fixed right and proper, I have to take Public Transportation. I have to get up earlier, like at 6 a.m., to grab the seven o'clock calafia to take me to my work place so I enter before 8. I get out at 6 p.m. and by this point there is no bus or calafia that will take me back home in one single ride, no, OH NO, have to walk 4 block, these are very lengthy blocks you know, just to get to the bus stop that will take me down to 5 y 10 so that I can cross a pedestrian bridge that sits on top of one of the more congested streets in tijuana, when I get to the calafia that will bring me home it's approx 7 p.m. and from there to my house I get here around eight, dead tired and we have to remember it's summer, so it's hot and sticky... even more discusting the human contact you can get in a calafia is the one you get in calafia in August and september wheather. On the other hand I have 5 fingers, oh and a lump formed suddenly in the back of my right hand (issue that I will discuss more thoroughly on another entry).
I've had an anxiety attack at work, not fun to have, I'm all crying and sweaty armpits, couldn't stay there.
Then, yesterday, I get out of my house a few minutes later than usual and loose the calafia that would take me to otay in just one ride, you see the normal route is to take a calafia to 5 y 10 and taxi to otay (expensive and time consuming), yes I took the normal route, sucked ass, after getting of in la clínica 27 and walk to the taxi stand there is a line waiting by looking at the line I know I would be in the 3rd taxi that passed by, oh! but wait! THERE WHERE NO TAXIS!!, and it was because of the traffic created by the lousy city planning... so I got on a taxi finally by around 10 min to 8 a.m., so doing the time math I knew I wouldn't get to job destination on time. When I reached the gate the guards says that because of the time I arrived I need a permit to enter, the protocol is to have you wait out side, not being able to check your entry until your supervisor comes to get you. I got there at 8:20, the guard said that my supervisor line was busy, waited like 15 min. and decided to go for breakfast. I'm late, my sup won't come get me on time, what the hell? Come back from getting 2 tacos de birria con todo y sin caldito, and still no show... after half an hour my sup comes get me, all bossy like "why are you late?.."
Me superpissed "traffic"
"What time do you come in?"
Me even more pissed "At 8, but I got here at 8:20. I've waited for half an hour"
To that he said nothing, and he checked the box for UNJUSTIFIED, the bastard.
And in my office the girl that has the same tittle that I do (but we do different things for the same department) lets call her Janice, she had gotten the job 5 weeks before I did, and thought that by me being hired she was going to be replaced and left with out work, so she was hostile the first weeks, then she got sort off friendly but with backstabbing feeling, and the good thing is that she doesn't speak very much to me now, that's good... But any how I don't like her, don't trust her, don't believe her and don't want anything to do with her I got reminded of the song Waitress by Tori Amos, it comforts me, I understand completely the feeling and meaning of the song, hell I'm living it ;P. I present you the video live from Sessions that is also on the To Venus and Back, it's on the disc Venus Live Still Orbiting, as well as the lyrics for this one.
so i want to kill this waitress
she's worked her a year longer than i
if i did it fast you know that's an act of kindness
but i believe in peace
i believe in peace, bitch
i believe in peace
i want to kill this waitress
i can't believe this violence in mind
and is her power all in her club sandwich
but i believe in peace
i believe in peace, bitch
i believe in peace
i want to kill this killing wish
they're too many stars and not enough sky
boys all think she's living kindness
ask a fellow waitress
ask a fellow waitress
© Sword & Stone
IMPROVS
(bridge --)
hang ten, hang ten honey
i'm gonna go where she goes
hang ten, hang ten honey
i'm gonna - give me give me one of those
hang ten, hang ten honey
i'm gonna go where she goes
hang ten, hang ten honey
i'm gonna, give me give me
hang ten, hang ten honey
i'm gonna go where she goes
hang ten, cuz i know just where she is
because i believe in peace yes
i believe in peace, i said
but believe that she's a devil bitch
i believe in her something
i believe in her something
i believe in that girl
i believe in her goodness
i believe in her darkness
but i believe that she's a devil bitch
wai-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-tress
wai-he-he-he-he-he-he-he-tress-he-he-he-he-he
MUSICIANS
written by Tori Amos
piano & vocals by Tori Amos
bass by George Porter Jr.
drums by Carlo Nuccio
programming by Eric Rosse and Paul McKenna
REMIXES
n/a
FEATURED ON
Under The Pink
To Venus And Back: Still Orbiting
UK Past The Mission (Part 2) single
COMMENTS
"The Waitress is how I can't control my violence, and in this one situation, we're both equals, we're both waitresses in this song. I don't go into the details of why. Why isn't the issue. The issue is that I thought I was a peacemaker, and this violence has totally taken control of every belief system that I have. It's a very scary thing, especially after you talk about anti-violence."
-- Tori; The Baltimore Sun, '94
"So I almost got 3-5 for this one, but the bitch wouldn't live it."
-- Tori; Wolverhampton, England 05/02/94, I Love Toffee Apples bootleg
"Condiments are my favorite thing sometimes when I was lonely I'd line up all the condiments and pound them on the table and let them applaud me adding confidence to my dishes before they got cooked."
-- Tori; Under The Pink Songbook
The UK Past The Mission (Part 2) single contains a live version of The Waitress, recorded in Boston, MA on March 31, 1994. A different live version graces the To Venus And Back: Still Orbiting album, recorded during the Plugged '98 Tour.
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