Back to the real world.

My unemployment status is coming to an end. Oh the horror! Back to the Changs life tomorrow for an official orientation, then on Sunday I will be in training till Sunday and then we officially open on the first of April.

I was called into a meeting yesterday with my general manager, district manager and 3 other transfers and I really thought that it was very unnecessary to have a meeting just out of the blue so not knowing what I was going in for, I was hoping that it was good news and not a waste of time. The whole meeting was nothing that they haven't told me before and was definitely not anything they couldn't have told me over the phone. If nothing else, I feel this meeting put a bad taste in my mouth and just proves that Changs is the same anywhere. They just think that they are SO important and that everyone should hold the company is the same regards that they do. It's just not that serious. The part that sucks is that they expect more from me because I'm a transfer, but I'm hoping that will also work to my advantage. Of course I always put on that smile and that cracked out attitude that makes them think we see eye to eye, but I will really be happy once training is over and I can start seeing some actual money. I need to be rolling in it!

So other than Changs being uber lame, Hawaii is such a dream come true! I love our apartment here and even though it is 30 minutes from Waikiki I love it! Everyday is spent learning new things and just feeling like nothing can get me down because... I'm in Hawaii!!! I make it a habit to go to the beach every chance I get and the food options here are endless! Asian food everywhere! I have never seen so much lumpia and adobo in my life! It's so nice to go to the grocery store and get Yakisoba and Umeboshis and Kimchi! And Kalbi is everywhere! I do miss Applebees, Olive Garden and Sonics though. I can't believe they don't have them here.

And of course not everything is peachy keen... Mitch & I live with a monster! For the sake of anonymity... we'll call him "Not-Ryan.'' The main problems I have with NR isn't that he is an alcoholic, or that he's such a messy person, but that he is just so damn needy. Ok, so he's not the messiest person in the world, because he does clean up after his mess, but he leaves stains on the counter from his fruit punch. Rings everywhere! Part of cleaning up is wiping up too... I even have saniwipes everywhere (ala Changs) so he has no excuse! I swear the other day I went into the kitchen and there was fruit punch that had spilled and he only cleaned the counter and not the cabinets that it had spilled onto... it was all sticky and I wanted to kill him! And he stains the carpet and doesn't clean it up! Who does that? He eats mac 'n cheese everyday and deep fries anything he can get his hands on. He buys the cheapest vodka he can find (the kind that comes in a huge plastic bottle) and he finishes it within a week. He wakes up and takes shots and makes drinks so by the time he goes to work he's fucked up drunk. He drinks Mickeys all day all night. He drinks them in the bath, watching tv, going to sleep... Now I'm definitely not against drinking, but if you can't function when intoxicated.... you need to wake up. We stopped hanging out with him because we'll be drinking and when he gets drunks he just becomes a monster! We'll ask him something and his eyes will be glazed over and droopy and he'll belch out HUH??? and he is just such a splooge. We were at MaiTais @ Ala Moana mall and the bartender girl, not even knowing him, said "He's not that bad in a bar, but I wouldn't take him anywhere nice!" She hit the nail on the bloody head. We went to Bubba Gump's when I first got here and he got the Lobster Bites and the waiter came by to see how they were just as NR was chewing on one... shell and all! Can't take him nowhere!

OK... so that's not the worst part. He is so damn needy with Mitch! He can't do anything by himself! His favorite line is "Don't go without me!" Things like watching a movie, going to a restaurant, watching a tv show, going to touristy places like North Shore or Hanauma Bay... Mitch can't do anything w/o NR throwing a fit. We went to Ruby Tuesdays and I was talking about it to NR and he was like.... "When did you guys go?" all alarmed. Back in Atlanta he would get mad that Mitch would watch a movie or a tv show w/o him... "Don't watch it w/o me!"

One day back when Mitch didn't have a car yet, I picked him up and we were eating dinner and NR blew up at him for never asking if he wanted anything from the restaurant and how he's never considerate.... are you for real? If you're hungry, get outta the house and get some damn food! I swear he's missing a chromosome in his fat head...

And it gets worse. One day Mitch and I got home from work and what do we find laying in our bed??? NR's fat worthless ass!!! Unreal. His excuse was that he was using Mitch's computer and our bed was so comfortable that he fell asleep. I wanted to kill him. He hasn't gotten a bed since he's been here and all he sleeps on is an air mattress. It used to be a small pink float, the kind you use at the pool, but his lard ass popped that one and he got an air mattress. If he spent half the money he spends on beer and liquor he could have a real bed by now. He tried coming into our room once after that and Mitch got so mad at him... he's like a fucking dog. You have to swat him on the nose or he won't learn.

Speaking of dogs.... he has one. A small, scrawny, fragile piece of shit. Her name is Maddie and she's one of those dogs who pees when it gets excited. She needs a fucking diaper. She barks when he leaves and doesn't stop. And she takes Levi's toys as if they're hers and growls at him when he wants to play with it. She's the most miserable cunt ever. I hate her.

And I know you're probably thinking that I'm being so mean to this loser, but I tried! I did! Ok, so Tuesday I sent him a text saying that Mitch & I were going to breakfast and then to the beach asking if he wanted to go with us... and he didn't respond! And that's fine, I don't really want to hang out with him... I just didn't want him getting mad that we went out w/o him. "Don't go without me! DURRR!" So the next day we went out and everytime we would come home his fatass would be watching tv, eating deep fried batter, washing it all down with beer. He's fucking Barney from the Simpsons.

So mitch and NR were talking one day over drinks and NR asked Mitch why he had been so annoyed w/ him since they've been here and Mitch told him that he's a grown man, he needs to man up and get his shit together... and you know what this fucker has to say in response??? "But you baby Enoch..." omg. There are so many things wrong with that sentence. I don't care what your deal is, if you're secretly in love w/ my bf, but Mitch is my boyfriend and you're just the fatass slug that deepfries everything! If anything, you're the fucking cole slaw that comes on the side of your entree that nobody wants. That was definitely the last straw and since then he's pretty much dead to me. Don't ever fuckin' compare your white trash, not going anywhere, alcoholic ass to me.

So looks like we're gonna have to put up with him for 4 more months until our lease is up. I'm sure by then we'll have learned to deal w/ him, but until then... Mitch bought a $700 leather couch and I don't want him ruining it so I have to go out and get a cover for it. Do you know who sells white trash repellent?