Oh, the joys of working fast food
Things I hate about working in a fast food place:
1)People who complain for no reason.
2)Scary old guys who hit on girls 20 years younger than them.
3)People who go through the drive-thru just to get a drink and then get pissed and leave because they have to wait. Just go inside people!
I think the worst thing is when people complain about prices. I don't get to decide the prices of the food, so I'm sorry you think your coney dog cost too much; talk to the manager. Oh wow I'm tired, I almost wrote manajor, which, of course, is not real word.
I just finished a history assignment that I know full well to be complete crap. Oh well, she drops one. I was hoping it wouldn't have to be this one, but it's really awful. I made up the whole thing and it doesn't even make much sense or have much basis in History, which is what it is supposed to be about. Oh well.
ON A HAPPIER NOTE:
Philmore (I think) has a song that says "I want a girl...who loves Jesus just as much as me." I wasn't looking for girls in the same way the guy who sings that song was, but God definitely blessed me Monday night with six girls that love Jesus just as much as me, and many of them more than me. Thank God for Christian friends. I am working on my own prayer life and you are all an encouragement to me. I am sorry to see that so many of you are having such a difficult semester (are we on for a mass counseling center visit?) but it makes me so grateful for the blessings that I have. Sure, I'm busy and stressed, but that's normal college life and other than that my life full of blessings. I have just been feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I have problems, but I just wasn't looking for the blessings. And why on earth did I wonder why singing certain songs and going to devos/church didn't mean as much as it once did when I had basically abandoned my personal relationship with God? Religion is so much more than going to church (or chapel). I can sing Holy, Holy, Holy all I want but even if I get warm fuzzies it doesn't mean anything unless I have a personal relationship with my Lord and that means talking to him more than every once in a while (and it's been even less than that lately). Maybe once I start having regular conversations with my Father I'll find that missing spiritual dimension I've been looking for. Thank you, girls, for opening my eyes to so much. I love you all!
1)People who complain for no reason.
2)Scary old guys who hit on girls 20 years younger than them.
3)People who go through the drive-thru just to get a drink and then get pissed and leave because they have to wait. Just go inside people!
I think the worst thing is when people complain about prices. I don't get to decide the prices of the food, so I'm sorry you think your coney dog cost too much; talk to the manager. Oh wow I'm tired, I almost wrote manajor, which, of course, is not real word.
I just finished a history assignment that I know full well to be complete crap. Oh well, she drops one. I was hoping it wouldn't have to be this one, but it's really awful. I made up the whole thing and it doesn't even make much sense or have much basis in History, which is what it is supposed to be about. Oh well.
ON A HAPPIER NOTE:
Philmore (I think) has a song that says "I want a girl...who loves Jesus just as much as me." I wasn't looking for girls in the same way the guy who sings that song was, but God definitely blessed me Monday night with six girls that love Jesus just as much as me, and many of them more than me. Thank God for Christian friends. I am working on my own prayer life and you are all an encouragement to me. I am sorry to see that so many of you are having such a difficult semester (are we on for a mass counseling center visit?) but it makes me so grateful for the blessings that I have. Sure, I'm busy and stressed, but that's normal college life and other than that my life full of blessings. I have just been feeling sorry for myself and wondering why I have problems, but I just wasn't looking for the blessings. And why on earth did I wonder why singing certain songs and going to devos/church didn't mean as much as it once did when I had basically abandoned my personal relationship with God? Religion is so much more than going to church (or chapel). I can sing Holy, Holy, Holy all I want but even if I get warm fuzzies it doesn't mean anything unless I have a personal relationship with my Lord and that means talking to him more than every once in a while (and it's been even less than that lately). Maybe once I start having regular conversations with my Father I'll find that missing spiritual dimension I've been looking for. Thank you, girls, for opening my eyes to so much. I love you all!