Sunday, April 29, 2012
Decisions Decisions
Here I am almost two years after High School graduation, with only one semester of college under my belt. My brother graduates this year and will soon be in college, and his older sister can NOT be behind him in college, no way. I registered for spring classes and I hope I decide on something. I have 3 months to decide what I would like to do for the rest of my life. I wish entrepreneur was a career choice in college; Journalism, graphic design, social services, counseling. All of that. I need a clue. Hopefully soon!
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Working
Today I woke up at 1pm. Not much different than other days, but I actually wanted to hurry up and write a new post about something. I have to work at 4 and I'm trying to get my tan on before then, so I'll try and make this short, sweet and somewhat to the point.
Working in a restaurant has been my occupation since my senior year in high school. I started out with breakfast at the International House of Pancakes, making $30 a shift. Kids eat free everyday and frequent elderly tips of a few crumpled dollars and a Werther's Original did not satisfy my wallet's capacity and I ended up quitting a few months later. I loved working there though, the coolest owners and all different types of people I met soon became friends. I often go back to visit hoping I'll get one of my old co-workers as a server.
After I put in my two weeks with the pancake business, I went a little more risque and worked at an Irish Pub in the middle of a populated business area working for someone who didn't know how to handle the responsibility of appropriately running a business. Not only did I have to wear high heels, a skimpy mini skirt and a plunging top, I had forty-year-old men giving me the creeps, and the bedroom eyes way too often for my likings. Yea it was good money, but having to cater to these deprived, overworked married men and smelling like the homemade vinegar chips we made for every table was just a combination I could do without; throw in a manager/owner who frequently was wasted and cursing us out like the sergeant from Forrest Gump and the illegal mandatory tipping out on the discounts and coupons they advertised, sent me over the edge! One of the last nights I worked, I was at the tea station making fresh sweet tea while talking to a co-worker and was approached by the owner. She said some rude words to me and told me that we were not supposed to be talking while working and grabbed, yes wrapped her boney old hand around my bicep and put me in the corner of the restaurant between a germ infested ATM machine and an old antique barrel and told me not to move or say a word. In case you overlooked the big picture, SHE PUT ME IN THE CORNER! At eighteen years of age and living on my own supporting myself, NOBODY puts baby in corner! I couldn't help but laugh at her and quit. Since then, nothing good has been said about her or her lousy business.
Finally, while living with a boyfriend and his family, they mentioned a great little bar and grille opening up down the street, I NEEDED that job. I made a resume, put my big girl panties on, and went in there, but for some reason felt incredibly nervous. After a few wrong answers on my pop-verbal- liquor and beer quiz, the owners gave me the benefit of the doubt and I've been employed there for almost two years! I absolutely love my job. The drama is there, the old creepy men are there, but the owners are so professional when it comes to handling things like that and I really appreciate being able to work around people I like. I get to wear cute jersey style shirts and jeans or shorts and tennis shoes, I make enough to support myself, pay my bills and provide things for my siblings and it's honestly the best job so far! I've had some crazy times and been exposed to people only WalMart at 3am has seen. That's a different subject that I'd love to get into detail about, but I'm going to be late to work! Once again, I don't know where anything is right now and I'm going to have to scramble everything in a wad and head out!
Until tomorrow!
-ScatterBrained
Working in a restaurant has been my occupation since my senior year in high school. I started out with breakfast at the International House of Pancakes, making $30 a shift. Kids eat free everyday and frequent elderly tips of a few crumpled dollars and a Werther's Original did not satisfy my wallet's capacity and I ended up quitting a few months later. I loved working there though, the coolest owners and all different types of people I met soon became friends. I often go back to visit hoping I'll get one of my old co-workers as a server.
After I put in my two weeks with the pancake business, I went a little more risque and worked at an Irish Pub in the middle of a populated business area working for someone who didn't know how to handle the responsibility of appropriately running a business. Not only did I have to wear high heels, a skimpy mini skirt and a plunging top, I had forty-year-old men giving me the creeps, and the bedroom eyes way too often for my likings. Yea it was good money, but having to cater to these deprived, overworked married men and smelling like the homemade vinegar chips we made for every table was just a combination I could do without; throw in a manager/owner who frequently was wasted and cursing us out like the sergeant from Forrest Gump and the illegal mandatory tipping out on the discounts and coupons they advertised, sent me over the edge! One of the last nights I worked, I was at the tea station making fresh sweet tea while talking to a co-worker and was approached by the owner. She said some rude words to me and told me that we were not supposed to be talking while working and grabbed, yes wrapped her boney old hand around my bicep and put me in the corner of the restaurant between a germ infested ATM machine and an old antique barrel and told me not to move or say a word. In case you overlooked the big picture, SHE PUT ME IN THE CORNER! At eighteen years of age and living on my own supporting myself, NOBODY puts baby in corner! I couldn't help but laugh at her and quit. Since then, nothing good has been said about her or her lousy business.
Finally, while living with a boyfriend and his family, they mentioned a great little bar and grille opening up down the street, I NEEDED that job. I made a resume, put my big girl panties on, and went in there, but for some reason felt incredibly nervous. After a few wrong answers on my pop-verbal- liquor and beer quiz, the owners gave me the benefit of the doubt and I've been employed there for almost two years! I absolutely love my job. The drama is there, the old creepy men are there, but the owners are so professional when it comes to handling things like that and I really appreciate being able to work around people I like. I get to wear cute jersey style shirts and jeans or shorts and tennis shoes, I make enough to support myself, pay my bills and provide things for my siblings and it's honestly the best job so far! I've had some crazy times and been exposed to people only WalMart at 3am has seen. That's a different subject that I'd love to get into detail about, but I'm going to be late to work! Once again, I don't know where anything is right now and I'm going to have to scramble everything in a wad and head out!
Until tomorrow!
-ScatterBrained
Getting Up in the Morning
Is there ever a morning where you effortlessly wake up on your cool,fluffy pillow, your rested face clear of any oil or blemishes, the warm 8am sun dancing on your face? Well, not for me.
Since I serve in a restaurant, often working long late hours, I get home at the start of the tomorrow, throw off my greasy apron and open my fridge looking for my craving to magically appear behind the old yogurts and generic mustard from the cookout last month, but since that doesn't happen very often, I fling open the cabinet and settle for a bag of stale chips and a spoonful of JIF, extra crunchy. I finally take my ratdog out and then finally, around 2am I hop in my bed and crack open my new laptop, (thanks Dad). After losing track of what seems only like minutes I usually fall asleep close to 4am.
My phone starts screaming at me begging for me to get up at the crack of dawn, by that I mean 11am, I grunt and groan smack the first button I can hit to shut it up and continue hibernating the day away. It's a horrible habit, sleeping in, but the sun and I seem to be on different schedules. After getting up at 2 or 3 depending on which job I work at, I untangle myself out of my sheet-burrito I cooked overnight and look at how much time I have left to get ready.
I look like I've stood in front of a military jet, and used some hair spray to make that look work for me. Since I have extremely curly hair there's no way to just "put some product in it and go" so that's the first thing I deal with. My eyelashes are caked together and for some reason, my right contact is continuously blurry, yet my left one is extremely dry from the WalMart fan on level three blowing straight at my pupil. As I'm still half asleep I manage to take the babyoil and some hot water and pressure wash my eyelashes free from falsies mascara. Then the routine; shower, get dressed and grab everything in my room and stick it in my purse and rush out the door like I'm late to my own funeral. I then run back up the stairs of my third level apartment unlock the door and recheck my already turned off straightener and light, shake my head, bolt down to my grill-less car and blare some "hot jamz" til I get into function mode, and by 5pm I'm awake and ready to start my day!
Scatterbrained
Hello World,
I'm currently bored and it's 4:18am. I'm starting a blog. My brother does an NFL blog and it inspired me to start my own. Depending on if this turns into some sort of miracle popular blog maybe it'll inspire my career decision because I'm currently undecided..even though it's been 2 years since I walked across that church stage and received the good ol' diploma. I love to write, give advice and make people truly think. I've always been the child that had the "what if.." questions every five minutes and I've always thought up crazy scenarios in my head that I've tried to share with others without creeping them out. I've decided, that since everyone describes me as scatterbrained, I'll be posting exactly what is on my mind at the time. I would love feedback and commentary :) feel free to strike up the conversation!
-Scatterbrained
I'm currently bored and it's 4:18am. I'm starting a blog. My brother does an NFL blog and it inspired me to start my own. Depending on if this turns into some sort of miracle popular blog maybe it'll inspire my career decision because I'm currently undecided..even though it's been 2 years since I walked across that church stage and received the good ol' diploma. I love to write, give advice and make people truly think. I've always been the child that had the "what if.." questions every five minutes and I've always thought up crazy scenarios in my head that I've tried to share with others without creeping them out. I've decided, that since everyone describes me as scatterbrained, I'll be posting exactly what is on my mind at the time. I would love feedback and commentary :) feel free to strike up the conversation!
-Scatterbrained
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