I gave my notice at work, and the funny guy manager made a special point of telling me that if my new job didn’t work out, I was always welcome to work there again. There are 2 female managers (the nice-but-uptight one, and the shrill one) and 3 male managers (the funny one, the charming one, and the cute one). As I was about to clock out this afternoon, the cute guy manager asked me how many tattoos I have, and I cheerfully replied, “Five.” The nice-but-uptight female manager looked shocked and disapproving, so I couldn’t resist adding that when my eldest turned 18, we got “mommy-and-me” matching tattoos. I think if I’d mentioned my piercings, my two boyfriends, or the nude photo shoot I did when I was 28, she would have fainted dead away. (If I didn’t have a strict policy about not mentioning my personal life at work any more than I absolutely have to, that is. But damn, sometimes it’s sooo tempting!)

Anyhoo, yesterday some apparently-famous rappers (who I’d never heard of) came in to the restaurant while I was working. They seemed like any other rowdy, arrogant customers — other than having one guy following the rest around with a videocam, or the manager who apparently recognized a couple of them and asked for their autographs for his teenage sons. It was Young Buck and most of G-Unit (minus 50 Cent). All I can say is that I was underwhelmed by their public behavior. Lyse was astonished by my blase attitude toward it, but hey — this is Portland! I’ve seen Art Alexakis shopping at Lloyd Center, for crying out loud. (He’s damned good-looking for a man his age, and with his history, I must say.)

I’m just really glad it’s the weekend…I’m pretty wiped out. Other than taking my Number One Internet Fanboy and his lovely lady out to dinner tomorrow night, I’m going to do as little as possible.