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Rachel Wells


Last Updated: 12/4/2009

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Gender: Female
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 19
Sign: Libra

City: Masterton
State: Colorado
Country: US
Signup Date: 10/12/2005

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Wednesday, October 28, 2009 

Current mood:  curious
Category: School, College, Greek
Joining the apprenticeship program was the best decision I have ever made. But
once started it was difficult. I had to apply for classes, books had to be ordered, uniforms fitted, studying measurments etc. Its now been two months in it and so far so good. 

SKyridge is my Sponser House and I love it there.  I had two interviews and then when I got the call I almost pissed my pants. I interviewed with David Snaap, RJ, and Armando. Ive been working there since June and already I have had sit downs and one verbal warning about my uniform. And not only that but my bestest friend ever Susan quit. When they put me on register I spoke to everyone. Why not? Get to know people and then you get much more respect. For example when it was my birthday lots had remembered and even wished me a happy one. The whole association with others was something Im sure some of my co workers thought wasnt very good. Im known to just talk a lot. But I get stuff done. It just takes a lot of time, strategy and concentration.
Ive worked register and with the register Im responsible for refilling the coffee, refilling the salad bar and rotating it into new dishes at the end of the day, sweeping mopping, picking out two cakes and a pie and washing any dirty dishes having to do with the cafe. On grill you make the food, mostly premade, for anyone who orders. We have such a variety....Like hamburgers, chicken sandwiches, entree combos, french fries, onion rings, portebella sanwiches etc. Most everything comes premade you just cook it.  Working the grill takes patience becuase sometimes it is just you working and you have a shitload of people wanting food. I get annoyed easily...Especially when people cant make up their minds and they have so many people behind them. And then it annoys me to when on register they dont have their money ready and they are searching for change.

So I have done that many times now. When I first started I washed dishes. I admit Im better at dishes then anything. Im fast and even though Im short I surprise myself. On dishes it has to be perfect. In the cafe I want everything done before I close. Less time. Same goes for the grill. After dishes I trained for two weeks on breakfast line with Wit. She is this lady in her sixties and not once called in sick since she has worked there. Even in pain she can stilll work and do a great job. So I trained with her and  thats where it got difficult. I was to cover for her when she was gone on vacation. So I had help from Dave but for two weeks I did it. I had to be there by five in the morning and leave by one thirty. And it was painful and so hard. I was even late one day and thought they were going to fire me. Thank God they didnt. I know I did terrible. But I tried so hard to keep up on checking temps and filling out the temps on the walkins and make the hundred or more tickets coming out like crazy and to keep everything clean etc. Plus I had to set up for lunch and all. Im sure if they gave me another two weeks I would have done better. I cant multitask unless I am talking on the phone, instant messaging and using the computer.
Working the breakfast just made everyone hate me. Everyone talked shit. Here I was brand new and no one even gave me a chance....I was known as the Subway girl but I didnt really come from Subway. I only worked there for two months. I came from three years of lifeguarding and swim instructing and three semesters of culinary school. No one really knew me well. And no one even knew how old I was. Eighteen and working that crap? Shit I cant see anyone doing that.
So I met some cool people like Susan, June, Carlos and a few others. I didnt get along with a few of them. Oscar was the Amenity chef and we butted heads a bit becuase he kept acting like he was my supervisor and nosy like no other. I always got along with Susan. Susan and I never butted heads and even with the age difference we got along great and still do. RJ and I butted heads twice. First time becuase I know he didnt like how I ran the breakfast line, thought I talked too much and becuase I blamed him for Susan leaving. Now we get along and he seems much more friendly. Carlos and I bicker like a married couple because he stares at girls in their twenties and flirts a lot. Sylvia and I get in little teeny matches. Nothing serious. She corrects me on little things that dont really matter but I take it and learn from it. She is a hard worker and very nicce and jokes. Armando the supervisor and I got into it becuase he wanted to write me up becuase I talk too much. Well now we get along better then ever. I can speak Spanish and he thinks Im funny. NOw June is the sweetest thing ever. Her laugh was awesome and she worked her ass off. I miss her so much. She is gone now from Skyridge. We got in a drawl because of an incident outside of work and if I could go back and talk to her I would. And I miss her a lot, SO much it hurts. So even though I am not getting along with others it always turns out better in the end. Dave has seen my sweet side and my tough side. I just dont take crap and he said she said bullshit. So I have three years to do this. I need to get my act together. And Im scared but excited to continue this adventure.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009 

Current mood:  blank
Today right now I am sitting at a computer typing this up. Lately though I have been working. A new job, new faces, fun times, early mornings, Mexicans and so much food being wasted. I have encountered a lot of amazing, yet pitiful things. Like men. How like confusing yet really cocky they can be. If you have a wife or girlfriend why talk to me???? I hope your dick gets chopped off in a garbage disposal. I hope your wife or girlfriend catches you. I hope she calls me to so I can hear the voice of the woman whose life you have ruined. And the dates are like disgusting. You have your friend pay for our date??? Did you just spit twice on the flowers? Are you really thowing your food out the window on 225? Your asking me for sex on the first date? Your that short in person? You have three children? Your really not 25? Can I pepper spray you now or later? The parents are killing me. 18 is a magical number. Let me act it. Fifty isnt either so stop acting like fifty is a magical number. You passed 21 already help me out here. The lies and sneaking around. COme on...Do I really have to do that??? Its only half a year and so much has happened already. Like the slaughter houses and the poor animals.....Disney Land and Vegas. Two amazing magical places.....Not really. I went to prom and after prom and back...No one even knew. The chaos I have caused with friends. Like our revenge tactics are sick yet they really work well. We drive around and just do it. But we do it to people we hate. Like Mr. Mike Matthews. He is our favourite. But he has like serious issues as it is. Ill miss Alicia. All my friends are graduating. Im glad I did not go to any graduations or parties. It will only make me miss them more. My parents do not understand why IM numb. I just dont care anymore. If someone hates me oh well. Time to move on. I just dont care yet I do I just prefer not to express it as nicely as I should. Life is like one big death sentence. You live it then die. End of subject. Nada goodbye. Your finished. Isnt that just nastily disgusting? But also it is kind of cool. I want to watch a person jump into a trash compactor to see what happens to them. It destroys trash lets see it with a real human being. So today here I sit. Typing up this random blog trying to fit in everything. Ill return to fit in more.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009 

Current mood:  focused
There she was again. She was slowly walking through the aisles of Walgreens grabbing junk food off the shelves. Today she wore all pink. A pink shirt, pink capris and her hair set loose on her head. She was wearing lime green crocks today. I could see the back of her heel which was calloused over, cracking and dry. I could hear her breathing like an animal as she slowly wobbled through the aisles grabbing the items. It was so painful to watch.
I looked into her basket to see what her diet consisted of. She had grabbed twinkies, ho hos, twizzlers, chocolate, Cheese Its, Doritos, Cheetos, Mountain Dew and Coke. She stopped to look into her basket before she realized she needed a cart. Obviously she did not want to walk all the way to the front of the store to get one, so she tried fitting in two more bottles of coke and a Dr. Pepper before she leaned against the shelves. I could see her take a few breaths. Then she began her treacherous journey to get the cart. She wobbled heavily then when she reached it she grasped on for dear life and caught her breath.
People were watching her besides myself. I should not have stared at her though. I felt like so sinful and judgemental. I never said anything bad about her or thought anything bad. I just saw the bad things.
She leaned onto the cart and went into the candy aisle. A man stood in the aisle. When he saw her creeping toward him with her cart he stared at her twice then slowly walked out of the aisle. She had an appetite for Creme Savers, Rolos and Snickers then rolled on over to the beauty section where she quickly grabbed a bar of Dial soap...At least she bathed. I could see her arms were flabby, and her breasts hung down very low. She had a bulge that made her struggle when she walked. Her fingers were fat like sausages. Her legs were large with blond hairs protduing from her thick mesh of skin. She never gave direct eye contact to anyone. Nor did she smile. But who could blame her?
I watched her go to check out where the lady just stared her over for a good five seconds. She gave a face of disgust at her choice of groceries and scanned them quickly. Not once did she greet this woman or ask how her day was. Not once did she compliment her. "Is that all for you?" the clerk asked her. The big woman quickly grabbed a magazine then quickly pulled out her wallet and payed it. That damn clerk did not even wish her a good day.
 As she was walking out the store half the people watched her walk out. I know she knew they were staring.
"Crazy what people do to themselves," the one man said who was in the candy aisle.
"She always buys junk food," the clerk said. "I would kill myself if I looked like that."
The big woman was still standing in front of the store holding her bags of food. I saw her set her bags down on the bench out front then sit. Probably to rest. She dug through the bag and pulled out a magazine. It read, "Lose fifty pounds fast!"
This poor woman was aware of what she looked like. And here she sat taking advice from a mazgazine as she ate her Snickers bar. My heart went out to her.
Tuesday, May 05, 2009 

Current mood:  indescribable
Obesity is so common now adays. I saw an obese woman the other day and she was so amazingly obese it was scary. There she sat eating this Double Quarter cheeseburger and wolfing down fries. Not once did she stop to take a breath or take her time to eat. It looked as if she was in a rush with how fast she ate. She slurped it all down with a coke and burped loudly. She licked her lips clean, sucked each finger dry and wiped the rest of the residue off of her lips with her sleeve. She then stood up, her swollen feet turning purple as she walked back to the counter to order another order of fries and a double cheese burger from the dollar menue. I noticed she wore flip flops and they barely fit her feet. The sides of her feet hung over the sides. She had cankles. Her ankles were no where to be seen on her legs at all. He calves were huge bigger then the thin woman standing behind her eyeing her with disgust. Her thighs were humongous making up three thighs of the thin woman. And then her stomach hung so low almost touching her knees. Her breasts were not so big but her arms were flabs of dough that jiggled every time she slightly moved, coughed or grunted. The woman at the counter looked at her in surprise seeing her in less then ten minutes to order more food. She stared her up and down for a second then quickly rung up her order. "Is that all mam?" She asked hoping it would be the last.
 The large woman slowly scanned the menue before making another order of the fruit and yogurt. Once finished the woman walked back to her table, the one closest to the counter and sat down slowly gripping the chair with one hand and sitting down slowly. I watched as she pulled out a cellphone from her loose sweats and began to text. Who was she texting? Were people nice enough to be her friend? Why were they not sitting with her now as she wolfed down two meals? She did not have one chin. Not even a double chin. She had three chins. The fat around her face disfigured it. I wonder what shape her face would be without the triple chins. Would she be beautiful if she was a size three? She had beautiful blue eyes though but wispy brown hair, short on her head. Quite plain. If she grew it out and dyed it what would she look like? If she put on some makeup how would she look? This woman had not a care in the world. Here she sat so comfortable, so unaware of the world around her. Even if she was aware she didnt make it known she cared. She ate without guilt. I wonder what she thought of the entire time. Finally her order arrived and she stood up to get it. I had lost my appetite at this time and my once appetite was now gone. I sat there dazed and confused and so interested in this woman. Here she sat and the entire restuarant stared at her. Here she ate and gobbled down her food slobbering everywhere and making noises that I have never heard of before. Here she breathed so hard through her noise trying to catch her breath because she ate so fast. Was this a disorder? Did her medication do this to her? Or was she so overcome by gluttony that she became like this? Was she married with children? Was she single and mingle? Did any man find her attractive? This poor woman. This poor helpless woman eating her life away and probably aware of the effects and the outcome but her stomach was now her brain and she went by what her stomach wanted. Not her brain. And it was sad. After eating her meal she wobbled out with her purse slapping the sides of her thighs and got into  her car. The side of her compact car slumped extremely dangerous. People driving by stared and she avoided eye contact. Then she drove away. The atmosphere had changed all of a sudden as people became critical and others understood the true effects of obesity.
Currently watching:
What's Eating Gilbert Grape (Special Collector's Edition)
Release date: 2006-06-20
Friday, April 03, 2009 

Current mood:  ninja
Category: Automotive
For those of you who have ever taken the bus, on a regular basis or just a few times, you can sink in my miseries. I have chased after the bus countless of times. Either because I am short and he cannot see me or he likes to be an asshole and speed away before I touch the damn machine. There are those days when it snows or rains or even both and it seems it takes longer for him to get there. And then you are soaked and just wanting to drown in the rain. I have walked too close to the sidewalk countless of times and have been soaked by the damn bus when it speeds through the puddle. I know for a FACT he thought it was funny and so did all the stupid ugly pedestrians on the bus. Speaking of pedestrians.....A lot of scary ones take the bus. I always thought the bus was for losers with DUI'S, or bums, and ethnic people or just people with no lives. And you want to know the truth? That is EXACTLY what the bus is for. At least we know that these people actually have transportation. And I’m a loser as it is so it explains why I have been on a bus. But I still drive fuckers so don’t start with me and I have had my license now for awhile! Anyway. I have encountered the NASTIEST people. People always blow their noses like no one can hear them. Others hog both seats and secretly pray to Satan that no one sits next to them. (That’s why I do!) Woman with their overly large purses take up one seat and even sometimes the seat in front of them. As for me <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />....Ill.... take up four damn seats to avoid sitting next to anyone. ....Ill.... even go out and buy groceries and set them on every damn seat just to have the bus to myself! I can’t risk my life sitting next to a dumbass. I think it is so rude how people talk on their phones and don’t care about people around them. It is a shared bus. It is NOT their escalade or hummer when no one can hear them! It’s a public bus. And the bitch who doesn’t speak English can hear and understand them to. I have always wanted to shove a cell phone in someone’s ass. Not just because it is kinky but also because it's rude to be talking on it so damn loud and long. And to those hoodlums out there who like to cuss out the bus driver over something stupid screw you. There is no need to be mean to someone who is driving you places for two dollars. Face it and embrace and shut the hell up. Ugh. So many rude people take the bus. These two deaf people were cussing this nice lady out with their hands!!! I have NEVER seen that before. But the girl gave them the finger. Well if they can’t hear her and they can see her why not? I know they are deaf but does that make it right? No. There is a section that says handicap and elderly have priority in this area. I can’t stand it when a poor old person gets on the bus and the perfectly healthy adults still sit and pretend they don’t see her. One day when they are old Ill hire people to stay seated when their old stupid ass struggles helplessly on the bus. As a matter of fact I want to be a bus driver and just speed right pass them when it is a blizzard and raining. I don’t care if I get fired. I never said it was a fulltime job. Never in my life have I seen the disabilities on the bus. Blind, deaf, no legs. How they get in the bus I have no damn clue. I sure as hell would stay away from the bus, especially if I could not see. I don’t want to fall over on some guy’s hard cock. Lol. Would you? I won’t even be able to see if he is hot or not unless some bitch murmurs, "Lucky blind whore!" I won’t even know where my stop is. I don’t get how they do it. Plus the intercom is never clear. You cannot understand 99% of the stops they announce on their. By the way most of the bus drivers I have seen hardly speak English. Bus drivers must have the most patience; stopping at every stop and putting up with everyone’s crap. I do like the people who are actually funny and crack up the entire bus. I try to be funny but end up pissing them off and thrown up the bus. I'm on every hit list out there. I told a yo mamma joke and the bitch got offended. "Don’t be talking bout my mom like that Cuz!!!" Anyway screw her. And what the hell does Cuz mean? And I have heard the word Nigger used like a fat boy eats McDonalds on Tuesdays. One bus driver was nice enough to tell the, "People" in the back to shut up and watch their language. And he said, "Nigga don’t tell me what to do." Yeah well sorry "Bro" nigga just told you to be quiet. Whatcha gonna do about that now? How wack is that? And that just rhymed. Kind of. Im done for the moment but Ill be back to add to this blog.
Currently listening:
Poses [Bonus Track]
By Rufus Wainwright
Release date: 2002-02-05
Saturday, February 28, 2009 

Current mood:  bored
Category: Blogging
1. Kevin Magoon 2. Stinky Feet 3. People who lie and say they are holy until they hit the parking lot at church. 4. Know it alls 5. People who take life so seriously 6. The word Pet Peeve 7. People 8. People who "claim" they dont take orders. 9. Men who write you once then ask, "what do you want to know about me? Ask me questions." 10. Lindsay Lohan 11.People who think highly of themselves 12. People who go out in their pajamas 13. Men who lick their lips at you like you are a piece of meat. 14. People who claim to be in a gang and say they were once in a gang 15. Those people from Africa who are scams. 16. Men who ask for naughty pictures, videos, and get mad at me when I dont do it 17. People who do not know how to write or spell. 18. People who think they are black 19. Cold weather. 20. BaD Drivers. 21. The constant use of the N word. 22. Older men who know better then to write a young woman, hit on her etc. 23. People who do not listen. 24. Excuses. 25. People who talk with their spit. 26. FIngers. 27. People who kiss with a lot of spit in their mouth. 28. People who eat very fast as if they have never eaten before. 29. Girls who wear no bras. 30. Players. 31. Loud obnoxious people in the bus. 32. Lies/secrets. 33. fat girls who wear barely any clothing. 34. The Tmobile guys who harass you at the mall. 35. Police men who think you are doing something bad. 36. Cheating men. 37. Dirty people. 38.
Sunday, February 22, 2009 

Current mood:  aroused
Category: Art and Photography
Everyone wonders why I am called MASTER. And in this blog I have been given the honors of telling you. There was a man who told our parish he was addicted to masterbating and tried to stop. I thought it was funny how he would even tell ANYONE that especially to a group of judgemental teenagers. So I took the honors and laughed about it non stop, told everybody, and just made this huge issue about it. People thought it was funny though and they began to call me MASTER. So ever since I was called, Master to the bate, Masterful, etc. My mother hates my name to death and even took a poll on who liked it or hated it. And to be mean/funny they said they hated it. She thinks I use it to mean that I am The MASTER. But there is never The in front of MASTER. It's just MASTER. I try to explain the real meaning without her freaking out about it, becuse masterbating is against the Catholic religion. My father caught on and he thinks it's funny and even teases me about it. So my mother can be as ignorant as she wants to my name but she will always know it's there. I have had this name for four years now. I faced it and embraced it. It is my name for always. ..
I get a lot of questions like, "Well do you masterbate?" And honestly no matter what religion you are I'm sure anyone who denies it masterbates. I see masterbation as an art. You can masterbate in many different ways. It is completely natural for you and very healthy. Not only that but it is an alternative to sex. There is nothing wrong with it. It is what humans do and those who are against it need to know that, this is what our generation does. If you can't handle that, Face it and Embrace it. What an awesome way of finding out that your body is capable of orgasms? If your body can do it then why not do it? Its like recieving an amazing massage and falling asleep. Your body responds to different things so try it out.
Yes in case anyone wants to know I do masterbate and I am proud of it. Ice cubes, lube, vibrators, toys, you name it. I am the queen of masterbation. Started at thirteen and will end at what ever age I am. I swear I want to die having this massive orgasm. It would feel good and dying will not be so bad. : ) So there you got it. The history of my name. It will live with me forever.
 
MASTER
Thursday, February 19, 2009 

Current mood:  bitchy
I hate the DMV. I have a reason to as well. Everytime I enter that fateful building I just want to punch someone. DMV should stand for....I cant think of anything at the moment. All I could think of was Do, More, Vodka. Well anyway, my sister was going to get her state ID. So I was nice enough to tag along. We walk inside and the line is so long it is in Russia, and the Russian Mofia is killing them all!!!! We were there for three hours. The entire time the computers were shutting down. Usually they say that so they can have a lunch break. I do not understand why they cannot tell us they are having a lunch break instead of disappointing us all and telling us the computers are down. And it was a room full of minorities. Of course a fight was going to break out and people were getting angry. Its not typical either. We made friends with pretty much everyone there. We had sleeping bags out, we were roasting marshmallows, and telling ghost stories. I am just kidding. But it was ridiculous. And every time they made the announcement that the computers have not shown a change people got more angry and began to leave. Plus they were so disorganized. We were pretty much given numbers for no reason because it was just one big line. People were cutting in front of other people, and one one legged man went crazy and it was just bad. They shouldnt do that to people especially with handicaps. Its not right. They kept saying the computers were down becuase Obama was in Denver. Unless Obama was using every damn computer then so be it but that is bull crap. One lady was so funny. She just spoke her mind and didnt give a damn. She was something. She made time go by so much smoother. I was craving a coke and one guy was craving a Dr. Pepper. We were all so hungy and thirsty. The line had not moved. Babies were crying, it was getting hot in there, I had to pee, one woman kept talking on her cell phone, not to mention all the cell phones ringing non stop, and I had it. We had to leave immediatly before I died. So screw the DMV. SCREW IT.
Thursday, February 19, 2009 

Category: Friends
What is wrong with people? They act like public restrooms are their best friends. So many times I have walked in a public restroom to see some woman putting on her makeup and hogging it so that no one can see their own face in the mirror. Her makeup is like staining the sink and her scent has wafted through the entire building. Keep that in your car or your home. But not the bathroom at Kinkos. Have you ever walked into a bathroom and had someone taking a number 2? I am talking like the number two that can wait until you get home. They make these nasty nasty noises, farting, splattering, etc noises. And you are just trying to pee and get out of there but the bitch next to you doesnt give a shit. As long as she is shitting out her ass she doesnt care. I do not understand.....I have encountered those who are too embarrassed to leave their stalls....In fear of being seen so they sit and wait until you leave. Lol. And then there are those who gather in the bathroom for the latest gossip. "Did you hear about Jake??? He has herpes!" Like who gives a shit Sarah? Let Jake spread his herpes and go tell someone who cares just not the bathroom. People even use it to masterbate in. Which I personally dont mind. Have fun. I hope they moan loud enough to give the person in the next stall an orgasm. Its funny to listen to the people who piss loud and long. Thirty minutes, the longest stream of piss just fills that toliet up! Damn. I think the hottest guys are the ones in a suit and tie pissing in a urinal. Its so damn kinky. On tv I have only seen it. But seriously the parents have got to stop bringing their children in the opposite sex restroom. I hate when Hunter keeps looking underneath the stall to see Susan pulling out her tampon. Its just not okay. Maybe three but five years old?? Five year olds know when to start talking smack and asking questions. "Daddy does mommy have blood between her legs? That girl in the bathroom did!" So a warning to all you friend lovers out there....The restroom is not your friend. Its to piss and pee. And that is it. Use it well. Face it, embrace it.
 
MASTER
Sunday, February 15, 2009 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Blogging
Strike three has just happened. And Im thinking whether or not to actually forgive the situation at hand or to forget and move one. Im hoping the second option is the answer and if not then fine. I have just been given the honor of my blogs having an effect on people. One blog in particular had caught a few people's eyes. One individual told me, "At least the word is getting around." I did not mean for that to happen though. That was not my intentions. And seeing that the blog was on Googles page? Wow. Now that was truely a dream come true yet terrible terrible. If he had not read it he would not have written and said sorry.  So basically he is not sorry. He just hates the fact that its on Google. I have been told to delete it. But it was freedom of speech. It was written from me alone and no one else. I only added true documentation. It was all the truth. It was a blog. True feelings. I didnt ask Google to link it. I was only going through some emotions and people read it. Bid deal. And he deserves everything that happens to him as it is. And it wont be my problem.