AUGH!!!!!

I am one of those people who get annoyed on a regular basis. I can't help it; I am not a very accepting person, sue me.

One of the things that pisses me off the most is blatent disrespect.

I have mentioned before that I am attending school. My "college" is one of those 18 month programs, trade-school kinda deals. We are not a University by any means, but we are no doubt an Institution of Learning. When I signed my life away and took out the frightening large amount of money to attend this "school" I was under the impression that I would be attending classes with other adults.

I was lied to.

I don't want to be one of those old people who bitch and moan about the young people today, but ... OMG the kids today are out of control!

They are so rude to everyone; teachers, other students, the janitor. I am sitting in class today trying to work on a paper I have to write about the French language. Even though I am in a classroom I cannot hear myself think. Everyone is shouting over one another trying to be heard, phones are ringing, people are texting, fighting, Kissing! Really? Kissing, get a room!

Why can't teachers beat kids anymore? When was this outlawed? I wish that I could beat them. In my day, the teachers had control of the classroom. We were taught to be quiet and respect other people. What is it exactly we are teaching these kids today when we give them this sense of entitlement that they seem to possess? Honestly we're not helping them.

Parents, teachers, milkmen everywhere...Beat the kids again-they need it!

Just wonderin...what irritates you?

Stow it Edith

I would like to dedicate this post to the two women I had the pleasure of waiting on last night.

Table 26 I'd like to say... a big fat Fuck you!

These 2 women, who ordered 2 waters and 1 pizza between the two of them, are frequenters of my section (unfortuantely) and last night I had had enough of their crap.

When I brought their pizza to the table, one of them started to complain that the pizza was "really kinda thin". I refrained from telling them that our pizza is a THIN crust, of course unless specified thick; I apologized and asked if I could have them make a new pizza for them. This idea was shot down before I even got it out of my mouth.

If you are going to bitch about something, but then not want anything done about it; Shut the fuck up because I really don't give a shit if your crust is too thin. I am just saying that if you're bitching just to hear your own voice, Don't cause this 'superwaitress' isn't listening anymore!

To prove my point the pizza couldn't have been all that bad, I mean the heifers ate the whole thing!

Tip your servers, we have to deal with a ton of bullshit that we shouldn't have to and apologize for things that are not our fault!

The other day I had to make an excursion to a part of town I rarely get to see; Oakland. Now for those of you who are unfamiliar with Pittsburgh, Oakland is home to dozens of hospitals, colleges and of course The University of Pittsburgh's main campus. The campus sprawls over most of the cement landscape of the neighborhood.

As I stepped off of that bus it felt as though I was being transported to another place in time; a place that I could have and should have been. I walked through the maze of beaten pathways and allowed myself to fantasize that I was one of the lucky students who attended this college.

I pictured myself as one of those scholarly types; backpack strewn across one shoulder, open text book in the other as I casually make my way between classes, smoking a cigarette and enjoying a double latte, extra foam. I swear to you I could feel the intelligence in the air, I could smell the debates brewing amongst students, and I could hear the lecturing of a well-known professor. I suddenly very much needed it to be real; I have this great desire to be a student at a University now.

I can't help but wonder that if my life hadn't turned the corner it did, would I have gotten the chance to be one of these students here or maybe somewhere in Boston? The bigger question I asked myself was that if I had had that chance would I have felt the same admiration and appreciated it the way I did right now? Would I have even took notice of the sprawling campus or the architecture of the old buildings around me? Would I have loved my experience or would I have thrown it all away?

I would have probably ended up wasting a ton of my parents money and a lot of my time. Life happens for a reason. So I didn't get the chance to go off to some great college then, but if I play my cards right I could one day end up walking those paths as an official student, right?

Veterans of America

I would like to take a moment to thank each and every veteran and active military member for your selfless service to our country.

My father is a Vietnam Veteran. I don't know much about his tour, but the stuff he has shared with me is enough to know that I could not have done what they did. No amount of words can truly express my gratitude and love for my father as a soldier. He was a young man of 18 when he was shipped thousands of miles away to a jungle he knew nothing of. My father had lost his own father a mere 4 years before he left for Vietnam. Maybe he was searching for him. Maybe my dad was searching for himself.

Growing up with a Vet for a dad I learned early on to respect soldiers everywhere by thanking them whenever and where ever I run into them. Whether we were in the grocery store or the mall, when my father saw a fellow soldier he always approached them and said his thank you's. I am ashamed to admit this but when I was younger this act embarrassed me and I thought my dad was a strange man. On this day of rememberance I realize that my father is not strange my father is a respectful, loving, devoted soldier who is still trying to heal his wounds.

Please take a minute out of what is left this Veteran's Day to say thank you to the men and women who are giving their lives for our freedom.

DrumRoll Please...My 2nd Award!

Gavin deemed me worthy of an award, GO ME & Gavin too! His writing is really worth checking out, becasue: (a.) its fantastic style and (b.) it is totally 100% honest! Click here to catch a glimpse of this wonderful writer insanitysmusings.blogspot.com. Thank you Gavin for thinking of me!

As with all awards they come with rules, so here they are:

1. Thank whoever gave this to you

2. Copy award

3. Post it in your blog

4. Tell us 7 things that your readers don’t know

5. Link 7 new bloggers

6. Notify winners of the award with a comment on their blog

7. Keep being awesome!

My seven secret things you don't know (& maybe don't want to know) about me:

1. I live on Ho Ho's and coffee

2. My all-time favorite movie is A TREE GROWS IN BROOKLYN

3. I love to read biographies/memoirs

4. I have a strange fascination with the color yellow

5. I sometimes wish that I was born with a penis

6. I'm scared that I will never have children

7. I've been in jail

Now comes the hard part; having to choose only 7 bloggers to pass the award on to. Here are the folks that I've come up with, and seriously check them out!

whisperingwriter.blogspt.com

confessionsfromaworkingmom.blogspot.com

littlemaniac.blogspot.com

ishouldabeenastripper.com

midgetmanofsteel.com

natthefatrat.com

tattytiara.blogspot.com

Back in the Saddle, Saturday

Alas my fifteen minutes of fame are up! (see Interview)

After having had my Saturday lunch shifts involuntarily ripped from me sometime in early summer, I have been so graciously put back on the schedule! It has been a while since I had worked a double Saturday and I forgot how fun (torturistic) they truly can be.

I start my shift at 11:00 am, which seems pretty silly because the first customers don't start trickeling in until sometime after noon. But being the hardworking, super-waitress that I am, I found plenty of things to keep me busy (out of Boss's line of vision).

I stock the kitchen chalk full of dressing, vinegar, to-go containers, hairnets(yea right), and other kitchenly items. Wow would you look at the time, its 11:11! I make my way out into the deserted dining room and check all 31 sugar bowls, parmesean cheese shakers, salt and peppers shakers and shiny silverware for fullness/shineyness. Good God time just flies when you're having fun, 11:17.

Oh shit here comes Boss! I dart from his sight into the noisy kitchen and proceed to restock (overstock) kitchenly items, 11:30.

I make several laps around dining room (still deserted) until I realize that I could waste time and stay out of vision line by peeing, 11:34.

Oh screw this! I sit down in back of deserted dining room, fuck, Boss sees all! I am ripped new asshole for sitting down on my job when I could be working, 11:59.

First customer enters, sits in other waitress's section. This is gonna be a long day!