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Feb 15, 2008 00:01

Valentines Day

I had one of the most stressful nights at Outback I have ever had. There were just boxes and boxes of food piled everywhere in the kitchen and there were people waiting and crowding around the outside of the door. Even though I almost wanted to cry at one point nights like tonight make me realize that in situation like that... just keep being nice to people. I watched someone wait for an hour and a half because his order got messed up, and some of the people I work with were complete bitches to him. It makes me so mad when I see people I work with treat their customers like crap. I would be pitching a fit if I had to wait an hour over my pick up time on a to-go order... this man handled it alot better than I would have. So all I could do was try to be as nice as possible and after almost two hours of getting his order screwed up the man handed me a five dollar bill as he was leaving and said "don't share this with your friends". It made me happy not because I earned five extra dollars but because someone really did appreciate how nice I was and really did see the effort I made to be a good person. It made me feel like a good person and that little things like that really do appreciate things. It's just like how amazed I am walking into school all the time at the amount of people that will wait and hold the door for
me as I'm walking into a building. Today this kid was rushing through the parking lot into the building, obviously late, and when he got to the door noticed I was a few steps behind him and stopped and waited for me until I got there then kept rushing to class. I just love seeing the extended hand of humans- gives me hope for the world.

Speaking of Outback, I'm appreciating it a lot lately. I think every once in a while I need to get a new job just to remind me that I am lucky to have Outback as such a solid job that I know how to do that is totally relaxed because I know exactly what I'm doing. I started working at Anthropologie a few weeks ago and it's going pretty good. I get a bad ass discount there and Urban and Free People, which is honestly a huge motivation to keep the job. I like the mix of the jobs I have- I love how I can balance them without working too much at one or the other. It's perfect for me and I am so happy to finally be making some money again (after Christmas and stuff I just couldn't get my savings up very good) but now I'm getting back to normal and it feels good. The other day I was at Outback putting broccoli in a styrofoam container when we weren't very busy and was just watching everyone and just thinking how I couldn't be anymore happy being anywhere else at that moment. And not just in Outback but at that moment in my life- I am successfully balancing two jobs, I have an amazing relationship, I am working hard in school for the first time in my life, I have been going to the gym (I haven't lost any weight but at least I feel like I'm taking a step forward) and plus the gym is where I learn about politics. I watch gymnastics and listen to fox news. I love hearing about the presidential campaign while I run on the treadmill. I don't know why but news makes working out go by so much faster than listening to an ipod does for me. And for some reason The Flavor of Love is always on when I'm at the gym. Flava Flav GROSSES me out and he always has.

Kyle just got mad at me because I hung up on him which, I admit, was not very nice of me at all. I went to PF Changs with Emily and Natalie tonight and it was alright. Not as good as everyone has made it out to be but that's just like movies- when you hear about how awesome a movie is so then when you see it it's never as good as you anticipate it. I did have the strangest meal I have ever had in my whole life, and I liked it. We got free soup but Natalie made a comment about how it tasted a little like cat pee and the next sip I took, that's all I could taste. So since it didn't bother her I let her finish the rest of my bowl too.

My dad had a dream this week that he was talking to a coworker in a room and my Grandma walked in (She hasn't been able to walk very well for a while now) and told him that she is ready to go home and that Friday is the day she's going home. He got a call at midnight last night that they took her to the hospital. She's been in the ER all day long, and it's not looking good. My dad is leaving for Arkansas tomorrow early in the morning. I love my grandma so much. My grandpa died a few years ago and I still cry every time I think about that.I have letters he wrote me that I wasn't good at responding to. I would write him a hundred letters now if I knew that he could see them. They were really amazing people and I just wish I had more time with them, or lived closer, or appreciated the time that was spent with them. I guess I just didn't realize that they wouldn't always be there. My moms parents are still in very good health. I guess it's just weird to think that the only memories I will have with them is when I was younger. And I don't have a whole lot- mostly from the only family trip we took with my dads whole side of the family. We rented a cabin a long time ago and my grandparents and all my dads siblings and kids came. Even though I don't remember alot, it's weird to think that that's the only time that has ever and will ever happen. Why don't we cherish these things when they are happening? There is nothing I hate more in this whole world than seeing my dad cry. I don't want to do that. I don't want to miss my grandma. If we have to go to Arkansas I don't know how I will work out missing classes. I might have to drive my car seperately from the rest of my family so I can be back in time for school. I hope my sisters have memories of my grandparents. I know Haley probably can't remember anything about our grandpa, and I should just be thankful that I will always have those. We went to Arkansas over Christmas break and I'm so glad I went. My family has been a few times without me because of getting off work and what not. We visited my grandma in the nursing home and I told her that I started painting. She was an incredible artist and always painted. I told her that she gave us that gift.

Super sorry if you've read all the way to this point. It was just blabble blabble blabble on and on. Just things I needed to get out I guess. And now I'll enjoy one of the yummy raspberry filled chocolates my mom gave me for valentines day.

PS I was going through some old pictures recently:









we've loved each other for a long time

Oh and check THIS out



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