My first blog post…my BEST blog post. (so far)

I decided to create an account on Tumblr after seeing the page of my friend, Katrina.  Her page is pretty effin amazing and should be checked out as soon as you are through reading this blog.

CLICK HERE FOR KATRINA’S BLOG!

Until then…here are some things.

-My name is Shannon Murphy

-I am great

-Scratch that last one.  You don’t really know that…yet.

-I’m a resident of Chicago, IL.

-I love sushi.

Okay…now that you know me, you can read about my day.

I work as a hostess at an Italian restaurant in the city.  Well, I did.  Today was my second-last day. (That’s right…I quit this job a week ago.  Then I came back and I quit again.  They still want me.)

(P.s. that was hint #1 of me being great.)

(P.p.s.  these things about me being great are just little jokes of mine.  I’m not really that great.)

ANYWAY, one of the busboys smelled me for the second time.  He did that on my first-last day too.  I will not say his name for his protection…and mine.  It was weird.  We all know there is a way to control your breathing so the air goes in and out in a quiet fashion.  (Maybe Michael Phelps can coach him in some breathing lessons…or better yet how about David Blaine.)

In a nutshell, it was a typical day at the eating joint filled with cooperative customers and self-seaters alike.

Self-seater: noun,
1. A being that refuses to be seated where a host [or hostess] directs them to.  Usually pertaining to customer at a restaurant.  As a result, the being chooses their own seat, completely disreguarding the authority of the host.
2. One who walks into a restaurant as if one owns the place and takes what ever FUCKING seat they want.

After work I came home to my new apartment and drank gallons of iced tea.

That’s all.

I’m spent.

More blogs coming soon.

Read it.  Love it.  Do it!

Don’t be a self-seater.

Murphy OUT.