Swing life away
The semster is finally ending, and I couldn't be more stressed out. School has been so rough lately, it feels like everything that has to be done for every one of my classes is all wrapped up in these last two weeks. It seems as though everytime I finish one paper, there is three more to write. Yesterday I gave my presentation for history and before I went to class I was feeling rather good about what we had done, but then after seeing the other presentations, I just thought maybe ours wasn't all that great. It was worth three hundred points, and Steve probably earned all of them just for all of his knowledge on the subject that we were talking about, but I don't know what I will get for my portion.
On top of school, work has been bugging me too. Texas Roadhouse is just full of hicks, sluts and drunks, even the managers are like this, and I just don't want to be in that kind of atmosphere. It brings me down because that just isn't who I am. I want a good job, not one that pays a lot of money, just one that pays enough money. Enough money for me to save for school, pay for gas, and allow me to have a little left over to hang out with my best friend over the summer. I know my dad is proud of me becoming a waitress because I can use that my whole life if I wanted to, and I am good at it. People really like me and it shows everytime I work. I always have the best sales, everytime I work, even when they don't schedule me for a week and it's my first day back. And my tips are usually always 20% or most times even more than that. The only times I get bad tips is if the kitchen screws up my order or the people are just crabby to begin with. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I have an off day where I mess things up too, but for the most part, I know how to deal with people, I know what makes them happy, I know how to make them laugh, I know how to smile and act nice and even if it is fake, it seems very sincere to my guests.
I am just good with people. I am a people person... I never really thought I was because I tend to be more shy, but I know how to make people like me. I am trustworthy, more than 99.9% of the people in this world and I am a good listener. These are the gifts, I believe, God gave to me and I just think that a place like Texas Roadhouse isn't the place I should be working. I don't know if I want to keep being a waitress, I don't really like the hours, I'd rather be working during the day, especially during summer, but I guess I am going to wait for school to be over before I get serious about getting another job. I really don't want the stress of finding a new job to be added to everything else right now.
Besides these things, there have been thoughts on my mind that I can't seem to let go of. One is Richie, the 22nd of this month would have been his 19th birthday. This morning, while I was waiting for class to start, I was just thinking about all the times as we were growing up, that we were all together. We were like a close group of friends who maybe didn't see each other all the time, but when we did it was always the same. We were always friends, since before we could remember, and it was always the four of us. Acting stupid in the back bedroom at my Grandma's house was tradition every Christmas. All the times we had together like going up north to their cabin, going on hikes, shooting bow and arrow... Richie taught me how... the christmas we all got disposable cameras from my aunt so we were messing around taking pictures of eachother, I still have one that I took of him, I keep it in my wallet, to remember.... then when we moved out to my grandma's house, we lived closer to Reyna and Richie so we hung out with them more. We hung out with Richie and his friends, saw movies together, played video games together, played football and and hide and seek in the dark of night across the street at the park. All the memories and times we had... it will never be the four of us again, at Christmas or anytime we hang out.
There are other worries on my mind as well but I think I have written enough for now.
On top of school, work has been bugging me too. Texas Roadhouse is just full of hicks, sluts and drunks, even the managers are like this, and I just don't want to be in that kind of atmosphere. It brings me down because that just isn't who I am. I want a good job, not one that pays a lot of money, just one that pays enough money. Enough money for me to save for school, pay for gas, and allow me to have a little left over to hang out with my best friend over the summer. I know my dad is proud of me becoming a waitress because I can use that my whole life if I wanted to, and I am good at it. People really like me and it shows everytime I work. I always have the best sales, everytime I work, even when they don't schedule me for a week and it's my first day back. And my tips are usually always 20% or most times even more than that. The only times I get bad tips is if the kitchen screws up my order or the people are just crabby to begin with. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I have an off day where I mess things up too, but for the most part, I know how to deal with people, I know what makes them happy, I know how to make them laugh, I know how to smile and act nice and even if it is fake, it seems very sincere to my guests.
I am just good with people. I am a people person... I never really thought I was because I tend to be more shy, but I know how to make people like me. I am trustworthy, more than 99.9% of the people in this world and I am a good listener. These are the gifts, I believe, God gave to me and I just think that a place like Texas Roadhouse isn't the place I should be working. I don't know if I want to keep being a waitress, I don't really like the hours, I'd rather be working during the day, especially during summer, but I guess I am going to wait for school to be over before I get serious about getting another job. I really don't want the stress of finding a new job to be added to everything else right now.
Besides these things, there have been thoughts on my mind that I can't seem to let go of. One is Richie, the 22nd of this month would have been his 19th birthday. This morning, while I was waiting for class to start, I was just thinking about all the times as we were growing up, that we were all together. We were like a close group of friends who maybe didn't see each other all the time, but when we did it was always the same. We were always friends, since before we could remember, and it was always the four of us. Acting stupid in the back bedroom at my Grandma's house was tradition every Christmas. All the times we had together like going up north to their cabin, going on hikes, shooting bow and arrow... Richie taught me how... the christmas we all got disposable cameras from my aunt so we were messing around taking pictures of eachother, I still have one that I took of him, I keep it in my wallet, to remember.... then when we moved out to my grandma's house, we lived closer to Reyna and Richie so we hung out with them more. We hung out with Richie and his friends, saw movies together, played video games together, played football and and hide and seek in the dark of night across the street at the park. All the memories and times we had... it will never be the four of us again, at Christmas or anytime we hang out.
There are other worries on my mind as well but I think I have written enough for now.