Table 24

I was pleasantly suprized at work tonite when I had the pleasure of waiting on considerate people this evening. Can you believe it, there are still nice humans out there. In my line of work this is a rare occurance. These people treated me like a person and I appreciate that more than anything else. They didn't run me back and forth to the kitchen for shit, they spoke to me in a proper manner, and they tipped well to boot! So thank you table #24 for making my shift worthwhile. My faith in humanity has been restored, well until I go back to the restaurant on Monday! Enjoy the weekend everybody, what's left of it anyways.

Night from HELL!

What is it with people? When you come into a restaurant do all your manners, tact, and smarts just go out the door? Tonight was asshole night at the restaurant! Is it a full moon or are my fellow pittsburghers freaked out about the G20 and taking it out on me the lowly waitress or what? First table of the night was great but it was all down hill from there. My second table informed me that they had already eaten and weren't hungry they just wanted to have a meeting, get the fuck outta here does this look like a conference room to you? No it is not appropriate to go into a restaurant in the middle of dinner time and order one cup of soup and 1 piece of garlic bread. Oh this is classic, the guy asked me if we had any sweet rolls, am I wearing a Perkins uniform asshole, do you see fresh baked pastries anywhere? We got garlic bread or nothing!
My next seating was a couple who visit us atleast 3 times a week and we ALL hate them! They are old, cheap and lousy tippers. They split meals, which makes me cringe. The day my date takes me out and insists we share a meal is the day I kill myself. Not only are these people cheap they are demanding too, they only want to sit in 6 top booths, they order 2 waters with an even amount of extra lemons, I mean come on 1 of you can't have more than the other? Plus this idiots sit forever! They think nothing of sitting in your booth for 2 hours sipping on water and sharing a cup of soup! Their normal tip is around 2-3 bucks but tonite I got a measly $1.36, go fuck yourself!
The night went to hell from there, if I were to think back on it I would probably spontaneously combust, that's how pissed off I am. It wasn't just my section. Another server told me of a woman who told her she was watching her carbs so would the cook mind hollowing out her bread so she could still order a hoagie and not be cheating on her diet. Where the fuck do these people come from? God I can't wait to get the hell out of this business!

WHAT NOT TO WEAR

Ladies, is it just me or do we all obscess about what we're wearing? I wish I could tell you that I have this great fashion sense, but I'd by lying. No I don't dress like some bum or an 80's flashback victim, but when it comes to putting "outfits" together I need serious help. I watch that show "what not to wear" and fantasize about those two showing up at my door ready to wisk me off to New York and give me a style makeover. What makes matters worse is that most of the women in my family possess this fashion forward trait, what happened to the gene pool? Why I am missing this chromosome? I must have inherited this affliction from my father who once wore blue sweatpants with flip flops, and wondered why his children wouldn't walk through the mall with him!

I must say though that I do try, I spent nearly $300 this weekend on new clothes and I even asked the sales girl/model to help so I know that the clothes I picked are hip and cool. Maybe if I was a manequin instead of a human these clothes would hang right on my plastic body? I swear I went through my entire closet this morning (it's only 7am) and got so frustrated that I ended up in sweats, thanks dad, although I opted out of the flip flops.

Fashion gods help me!!!!!!!!!!!!

Morning Glory

I'm sitting on my porch on this beautiful, crisp, pre-fall morning, and I'm thinking about how significantly my life has changed. Just 2 years ago I thought my whole world was going to end when my ex left our relationship. I was completely devastated. My heart had been ripped out and stomped on; I wanted to die. I couldn't picture my life without her in it. We had made plans and I looked forward to growing old together. But life does go on. Things do get better and hearts do mend.

My life has definately changed. I'm going to school; something I had talked about doing for years, but never actually thought I'd do. I'm bettering myself and I am optomistic about my future. Although I don't have a special someone in my life, I do have my family and I couldn't ask for much more than that. I am finally at peace with myself and I look forward to things to come. Some days I still find myself thinking about her, but I guess it's easier to let go of those thoughts. I just wanted to share a sappy confession of me on this beautiful Sunday morning.