No work today…

So… as my luck would have it, on the rare day that I’m actually eager to work because I need the money, I got sent home because I wasn’t on the schedule.

The General Manager gave me a call and apologized.  I guess the manager didn’t read her notes, because he was supposed to send one of the other waitresses home and keep me.  Darn…  I guess I’ll be drinking the $1.50 margaritas at Ladies’ Night tonight!!

Speaking of Ladies’ Night, I did get the blouse I wanted at Wal-Mart.  I’m very excited.  I love wearing red!!

Don’t I lead an exciting life? 

So… I have some more in-law gossip.  Because everyone loves gossip.

My cuñado (brother-in-law) is seeing a married woman who has three kids.  This lady’s husband was deported, and is currently in Mexico awaiting an immigration hearing.  Anyway, they started dating about two months ago.  A week later, she moved in my suegra’s house (with her 3 kids, who were to sleep in the living room).  She gets her tax money, and decides to make a trip to see her “babies’ daddy” (her words).  Once in Mexico, she calls my cuñado and breaks up with him.

This guy, upon finding out that she has been living with (and miscarried a baby by) my cuñado (who he was very good friends with), breaks up with her.

So… girl comes back, moves back in.  Cuñado has had enough, and kicks her out and tells her he never wants to see her or her kids again.  This is Tuesday. 

This morning, they’re signing the lease on the apartment they’re getting together.  WTF?!

I can’t wait to see the shit hit the fan when her husband gets home from Mexico.  And, these people were broke as hell when they were living in my suegra’s house.  I wonder what the hell they’re going to do once they’re living on their own!?!

Enough gossip…

Have a nice day!!!

How We Met…

Stories are fun to tell, and I don’t really have too many friends to tell stories to, so I’m going to work them into my blog…

When I met Jose back in 2001, the only things I knew about Mexicans was that my aunt didn’t like them and that they spoke Spanish.  Yeah, I know that’s pretty pathetic for a 16 year old, but its the truth.  My best friend was Mexican, but I knew nothnig about her home life and at school she was as Americanized as the rest of us.

One evening, I decided to go over to Diana’s house after my shift at KFC.  It was a Saturday night, and probably around 12am.  As I pulled up to her house, I noticed a small, drunken Mexican staggering his way down the block.  Common sense told me to wait until he was down the street to get out of my car, but I got tired of waiting and headed up her driveway.

Halfway to the door, I realized he was following me up the driveway.  I started walking faster, eventually jogging to the door.  I pounded frantically, hoping Diana would open up before he could get his hands on me.

 To my surprise, when Diana opened the door, this guy walked right on in behind me.  Turns out, he lived on their front porch! 

To make a long story short, we started dating.  Things were kind of hard at first, since he spoke no English and I spoke no Spanish.  I started picking up Spanish crazy fast, though.  Especially after his brother moved in with us, it seemed like I was around someone that spoke Spanish all the time. 

After we had been dating for a while, he told me he was undocumented.  I had never heard such a thing.  I thought he was lying. 

I wish…

Almost seven years later, Jose just finally became a legal US permanent resident last spring.  It was a long, expensive, and hard battle.  But we’ve made it this far…  The next step is citizenship.