overhaulin'

in honor of the new face lift ive decided to give my blog (suggestion courtesy ewg) i decided to make a challah bread pudding. i dont even like dessert. although ever since valentines day i cant get this craving for sugar to go away. so this is what its like to be a woman. wait a second...


and might i add i think both ventures were quite successful



(inquire within for recipe)



lastly as day 3 of "no tweeze '09" comes to a close things are getting a bit hairy*:



what is a poor girl to do?
well for one i wrote my mother a note explaining why i needed her to purchase me new tweezers. 1) because its not my fault they fell down the sink, if i had a drain stopper this never would have happened and since i live in her home im pretty sure that is her responsibility. and 2) does she really want me to feel ugly, my entire sense of self worth could go down the tubes*

* puns intended!

anyway i think im going to try to start doing daily updates, well at least bi-weekly. so you know, pencil me in.

- a

brooke shields

while getting ready for bed this evening i decided to do a little brow maintenance before another big day at school tomorrow (got to impress those patriots!). i keep my tweezers in the cabinet behind the mirror over my sink, so when i went to open it both my tweezers and mascara came tumbling out. no big deal right. the mascara just kind of fell into and rolled around in the basin of the sink. however the tweezers appeared to do a full twisting layout (i dont really know what those gymnastic terms mean) on their way to becoming completely vertical and falling straight down the drain. perfect. now im going to have groucho marx eyebrows because im too poor to do anything about it. life is hard.

back to basics

i picked up at work tonight to make a little extra dough before my chi-town spring break adventure

heres how that went for me:
i sliced open one of my fingers picking up broken shards of appetizer plates one of the other servers dropped (which i did not notice until i was back out on the floor walking through my row of tables and noticed my hand was wet) this resulted in me having to change bandaids approximately every twenty minutes as i would soak through them and the server standard finger condom became red from the inside out. during this period of time all of my tables were closed and i got blood all over my shirt. normal.

grabbed the credit card and receipt off of one of my neighbors tables to help him out, placed it in my serving book, forgot about it, ran a bunch of errands for another table, took dirty dishes back to the kitchen, ran food and went to the restroom. then was approached by another server who had been accosted by the table, who was horrified about the 10 minutes that had passed and the bitch of a server who was obviously stealing their credit card information in the bathroom.

averaged 16% tips for the night (of which we tip out 17% on our bills no matter what). imagine how bad some of them must have been assuming at least a few were actually 20%.

had a table of men who kept telling me i must have been having an exciting night because i had spilled some on my breasts and they would try not to stare, but it would be difficult and they would be watching me all night long. they also tipped me 16%. i guess my boobs arent that great.

was the last regular server there as the closers were already leaving because a table of two sitting in my section since 930 didnt think it necessary to get up at 1245. this is after we closed at midnight and they had paid already.

was denied being allowed to order food once done with all responsibilities, save cleaning above last table, because it makes the closers upset and its a rule.

then watched several other regular servers enjoying their meals, realizing i should have asked a different manager and that apparently "fanatical attention to consistency and detail" perhaps can have different meanings.



anyways, it did finally end. home at 230. perfect. all in all a success. at least i didnt spend money tonight.


anne

fair enough

hello dear friends,

oh and might i thank you for all the helpful advice you posted in the comment section on my last entry during my latest breakdown. now that my life has been all sorted out (read: same as before) and i am free of that burden i can move on to other topics.

such as, oh say the things that i have been doing on my break during school:

trying to get the spanish department to approve my "studies" in guatemala this summer

trying to get the religious studies department to approve my moving into the new century college

trying to get the math department to reevaluate a course i took at cu for credit

realizing that not a single person that i need to speak to is available - with the exception of the woman at cu who apparently read her job description upon being hired and has decided to do what it is she is being paid to

thinking about all of these new reasons in which i am horribly and utterly depressed about going to this community college university

enjoyed a delicious 90 calorie special k bar (strawberry flavor)

decided to do something productive - so i spent the amount of time i was supposed to be advancing my academic career before my most useless of my useless classes jewing out

jewing out in general could mean, oh just a plethora of things - from perhaps praying, to speaking hebrew, to making brisket, or finding the affikoman. in my particular case it included:

updating my birthright staff application for summer (im sure i have time to go to israel before i go to guatemala right)
signing up to (wo)man* the phones at the DCJCC this sunday afternoon for super sunday (please DO donate, please DO NOT stalk)
joining a jewish social networking site and selecting interesting groups to be a part of (adventurous eaters!)
trying to convince friends (lets be real, friend) to go see one of theater js productions this weekend
reserving myself a spot in a mission to dc to do a little zion friendly lobbying

oh and lastly, because i just had this absurd amount of time due to the ambivalence of the people supposedly helping me shape my future and ran out of jewish ideas (who knew that was possible) i created a loose itinerary for my impending spring break trip to chicago:

ive been to the windy city quite a few times, seeing as my mother is a native chicagoan - but my three friends have not. so ive taken it upon myself (this is me pretending that i wouldnt have listed and listen and listed had my friends been born at the top of the hancock) to put together the REAL chicago experience

i figure we'll hit the big things: shedd aquarium, second city, millennium park, pizza, dogs, architecture tour, walker bros, etc...

but what else? fun bars, restaurants, things to do? make me seem like a local whilst i carry around my oversized tourist camera and speak in a decidedly mid-atlantic lilt.
come on friends dont let me down, i know you can do it


CHICAGO! (well the part of it that didnt get cut off)



*i am not a feminist, this is in fact a joke

Anne

life - or something like it

do you think i should drop out of school (again) to pursue my life long dream of making sandwiches?

i think this would involve a dramatic move to the west coast

i havent decided if that means the pacific northwest or just california, but they both seem to fit the bill in my head

anyways, thoughts?

you ponder that - i think im going to go make myself a creative bread on the outside, fillings on the inside snackeroo

anatomy of a perfect sandwich

this particular first edition: The Classic Roast Beef & Swiss



(actual sammie)

to start:
toast 2 pieces (level 8) pepperidge farm family size white bread


side one:
mayo
on top of which apply a heavy layer of horseradish and freshly cracked back pepper (i kind of mixed mine around making a very simple sauce of sorts)
follow with 3 thinly sliced pieces of rare seasoned roast beef
add one large slice of a ripe tomato split in half, that has been salted and peppered to taste
next add red onion slices, cut into small enough pieces to break with the bite

side two:
a generous portion of nathans famous deli mustard
(good to know i can buy that in an 8 pack from amazon)
a thin to medium thickness slice of swiss

put together and slice on a diagonal





this is in fact what i do with my time
perfect

anne

mistakes

i lather rinse repeated today because i accidentally put shampoo in my hand when i meant to put conditioner.  while i recognize that it was probably bad for my hair i figured it was probably worse for the economy if i dumped it down the drain.  now my brittle hair is a constant reminder of how jewish i can be.

in other news i wasnt paying attention at work this evening and i brewed too much coffee to the point where it overflowed.  in order to stop the coffee from spilling out all over the stainless steel i had just polished i opted to try to stop it from brewing with my hands.  this resulted in molten coffee grinds covering my left thumb down my wrist, which then basically burst into flames.  its been about 2 hours and it burns so horribly bad still that i may or may not die.  i think i might actually be able to see it real time turn into a blister.  this was only one of about 12 awful mishaps i had tonight.  work is hard.