Apr 02, 2010 00:44
Time, time time. It's slipping between my fingers so fast, I can't get a grip on it. It's already been a month and a half since I left Sarasota. Where did all that time go? Lost in the confusion of work, no doubt. And now school is coming my way, and I'm wondering how much time I'll have for myself. if I'm anything like I was before, I'll love school. Especially if I take that Japanese class like I planned. I just wish I had more motivation to go to work. The situation's just like it was at OG, only it's happened much faster.
I don't think I'm made to serve anymore. Sure I'm making a lot of money, but there's just something about the repetitiveness, the fakeness, the hustle and bustle that makes my days flash by into forgotten nothings. Practically every table is the same. Same spill, same order of operations, same nothingness. It gets tiring. I have to remember to be genuine. To mean what I say. But these rich people have to know that I'm only trying to sell them food to raise my check average. Even if they don't, I don't have the voice for it. That knack, the way Chris Gardner puts it, the "ability to sell the raindrops falling on your head."
Oh well. Today I did alright. Very few errors, and my first day in a new section. Maybe they see my potential? Haha, yeah right.