Hello Apathy, My Name is Downer, Debbie Downer.

Working in a bar that has very few customers has been an experience...not a very exciting one, but I've made some regular guest's as friends and I can expect a certain kind of people to be able to talk to. Some nights the amount of people that show up is closely paralleled to how many colleagues just got off work. I'm fairly certain half our business relies on management coming in on their off hours.
I had fun for the Halloween event that our manager planned, even though the outfit was ridiculous and our back story was a little spotty. We got to run around in costume, with a rather well decorated bar and lots of fun events. This week may or may not be my last in F2, depending if our training schedule changes to include Stewarding. I'm not exactly sure why we should spend a whole week there, but maybe it'll be more exciting than another week at F2. One thing I know is, I'm a big fan of the policies in the bar, and free champagne after 9 on Friday certainly brightens the beginning of the weekend.
My coworkers are mainly females with the exception of Kobe the manager, and Frank the lights guy. Frank will giggle at anything I say, which only makes me try harder. He's everybody's baba, or dad, he'll refill their drinks at dinner, or peel their apples for them. For some reason he's always there when I have a food crisis or I make a social no no, and he has a good laugh over that too. Ah good ol' Frank. Coco and Dana are the shift leaders and I guess you get seniority based on how long your hair is...they have ridiculously long hair. I mean, I know some ponies green with envy over this. Emily is this tiny, dainty girl that acts like a man, hawking loogies and burping and has hundreds of pictures of herself on her cellphone. She paid a company to do a model shoot of herself...I would never inflict that upon anyone. Generally the girls are very nice, and we have fun, but a lot of times they just stare at me while I'm talking. Sometimes I get a weak smile, or a polite chuckle, but mostly I get very blank looks that only a language barrier issue can produce.
I'm ready to speak English very quickly again, ask questions and have them promptly answered without spelling everything out.

Its even colder here now, the temps dipping into the single digits, and I have yet to get a suitable coat. This is not such a travesty as I rarely go outside any more...but I figure eventually I'll get a hold of one...maybe before I leave.
I lack the spark of writing that was so ready to me before, now I struggle to find peppy sounding situations I was in, or interesting moments that happened in my day. I should write stuff down more, about how I feel and then look at it later. I doubt I will remember exactly how I felt over the past 5 and half months here. Overall though, I am glad I kept a running account of things that happened here. I'm sure there will be someday that I'll want to relive some of my time here. I must say I apologize for the stream of consciousness I sometimes deem worthy to shove out into the void of blog world.
Debbie Downer here, and she's got a lot of downing to do. Wah Wahh. Seriously, I'm tired though. Between late hours at F2 and early morning wake up calls from all day construction I am sleep deprived, antsy and borderline apathetic to life in general. One day I'd like to sleep in, no lights shining in my room, no noises beyond the soft hum of the central air and only waking up  because a delicious breakfast awaits me.

I had my haircut again at the same place I went to before. It's the only place in the world I think they can get away with beating someone on the top of their head and call it a "relaxing" massage. It's weird, too personal, sorta painful but heck, its also kinda enjoyable...