working for the man.

first night on the job.

hectic isn't even the word to describe how my nite went.

3 accidents: 1 spilled drink, 1 dropped sauce cup [which happened to splatter all over my white uniform shirt], and a broken cheese grater in someone's plate.

i know rite...WTF?? LMAO

yea, i got a little teary eyed. but my new coworkers cheered me up and let me know that somebody drops something almost every shift....and not to worry about it anymore....

anyways, my feet are DEAD TiRED. and i figured serving all that food would make me hungry....naw it just made me wanna smoke. i now live for inhaling 2nd hand nicotine during those wonderful back door smoke brakes. its almost soothes and then nourishes me to take on more rude, irate, fickle, and the rare occasion understanding 'guests' we serve at the restaurant. i have so much more of an understanding for servers now. every time i go to a restaurant i will be more considerate to how tired they must be and still manage to fake a smile as they walk up to my table. or how crazy it is in the kitchen and that i can't always have my food at the table first. it takes time to cook everybody's food. im feeling an epiphany of understanding like when i first started working at the bank, or the telemarketing type job of calling alumni when i worked at school.......which means PEOPLE SHOULD BE CONSIDERATE!!!! 

lol.

anyways, im done my tirade....

p.s MY FEET HURT LIKE NOBODYS BUSINESS!!!

onto other things in my life. fam is still blowing me. i have a job and they still won't leave me alone. the boyfriend could be better. but im not complaining....yet. [sike naw i love him no matter how idiotic he is] and um my friends are best ever. i love them. no matter how far apart we are, no matter how long its been since we've last talked. we can still act like its been 5 minutes since we saw each other....

[def going to bed. and resting up for my next shift which isn't until monday.]

jesus.peace.love.happiness.bitch.