3 weeks too long, yet not long enough
I've been counting down the days until this school year is done...yet it still feels like we just got here. I guess it's kind of scary because it's starting to feel like my senior year of high school all over again. Going to college, meeting new people, living with strangers, wondering if everything will work out as blissfully as it did the past two years. Thinking about my friends here and how some of them went through hell with their roommates I am very thankful that my relationship with Jess is exceptional. I'm glad that I fell of my horse during my first year and let someone else in, especially Jess because she's one of the most amazing people I know. She's a true friend who sometimes, has all the answers! She's great for a laugh too. :)
I'm starting to feel afraid for this next year because I won't be with her everyday like I am now. I'm wondering how our relationship will fare with just being friends around campus hanging out occasionally. I hope that it just gets stronger. I'm also quite frightened because one of my roommates for next year is someone that I wasn't fond of while on the Geology trip summer of freshman year, and I don't know how well that's going to work out. I hope (again) that it works out for the best.
Everyday it gets harder to go to class and finish my homework. I'm done, I'm drained. I'm ready for the break. But then again, I have so much to accomplish between now and then. I hope I pace myself so that I'm not cramming everything (like I did my paper last night. I was surprised though, I finished it in an hour. excellent!) I probably should start writing some of my final papers this weekend to spread the stress across the next 3 weeks instead of one week of complete hell.
the restaurant still hasn't opened. We were waiting on the cold air return above the hood of the grill, now that it's finally done, we've started construction on the grill and the fire marshall is coming some time next week to install the sprinkler system over the grill. There's a lot of work that still needs to be accomplished before we can open, but I hope that everything will continue to run smoothly so that we don't have to keep our anxious customers waiting any longer. I'm so afraid that I won't be a good server. I understand that good servers get good tips because they're good (which isn't always true-some people are just assholes) but I've never actually served before--it looks like it can't be that hard but the more time passes the more I watch the girls at Port Byron and begin to see just how much they actually do.
I remember going to Ruby Tuesday's once and the waiter remembered everything that we wanted, by heart. Everything was perfect. That's the kind of waitress I hope to be. I just want our customers to have the best possible experience they can while enjoying their dinner. My horoscope from a couple of weeks ago said something to the effect of " your new job will come to you naturally" --basically, stop worrying about what could happen and worry about how to do your job. everything will be fine i guess. I can't wait to go home this summer, but I'm not really happy that bath and body's only giving me one day a week. perhaps I'll work somewhere else and just cut bath and body. gosh, i don't know. maybe waitressing will bring in enough money for that new car that I so frequently dream of. I guess I'll find out soon enough.
happy friday.