work

for your information, there's a good reason I haven't posted in a while, and that reason is a complete lack of anything to say.

i've been up, i've been around, i've been busy, i've been. Doug and I have been writing music, it's been very motivational.

The changeable springtime of my heart. Haw. Mike and I are getting along again. how nice to drop useless baggage.

Between work and dating and friends, i barely have any time for myself. What a shame, I like being by myself. Or at least to the greater quanity than now.

What to say that I haven't already said before.

I guess certain themes and learnings in your life are like the choruses to songs, with the whole repetitious aspect.

I realized that assholes always get the best, and the good people always get the shit end of the stick. See, at work, i'll be seating someone, and some jerk will be like, 'can i sit by the WINDOW? it's a dirty fucken mess and it'll slow you down, and there's only one of me so it's a massive waste of a booth, but can i?' and by 'can i' they mean 'i'm going to, or there'll be hell to pay.' so i'm forced to oblige, and then some kindly poor sap will get a crappy spot, like a table in the middle, and you know they know it's a crappy spot and there's this whole circuit of guilt and disappointment, but since they're a nice, understanding person, they'll deal with it, without bitching or asking me to move.

The moral of the story is: be an ass, inconvenience people and only think about yourself.

SERIOUSLY! one of these days i'm gonna snap when someone asks for a dirty window seat. WOW, THE BEAUTIFUL VIEW OF THE PARKING LOT! i'm sorry but that pisses me right off. These people don't seem to care that there's a huge lineup at the door that i have to deal with. They'll point to the dirty booth and demand it. it's like FUCK! the purpose of my job is to SEAT PEOPLE ACCORDINGLY, so the waitresses don't get slammed. And if everyone's just gonna point and say, 'i don't want this table, i want that one', my job is meaningless and the customers might as well CLEAR OFF THE DAMN TABLE THEMSELVES. FUCK!

there's been a situation in which 2 booths were left - one for 2 people, one for 4 people. so i'm taking two people to the two-seater, which is logical, you know? but of course they want the big table, and then the people in line, all three of them, are screwed and have to wait.

WHY CAN'T PEOPLE THINK BEYOND THEIR OWN WANTS AND NEEDS?! are we THAT unevolved as a species, still so ego-centric? Man, I've TRIED explaining to people why they shouldn't go to the dirty window table. "well, you see, the people in line will have to wait longer, and the waitress will be unhappy because she just got three tables in a row, and won't be able to serve you very quickly." and they look at you blankly like big dumb apes, like, 'oh, well that doesn't effect ME at all,' and i'm like, GODDAMN!!


man, i've sunk to a new low, bitching about work at my blog. fuck, who am i kidding, everyone LOVES to bitch about work!