It's Thursday and what a Thursday it is. Not my favorite day of the week usually. I have a headache and this is the second week that I have had to park at the institute because Dad had to use the hang tag. That means 5 more minutes of walking to my class.
But there's not much that can ruin my day. Not my two hour lab this afternoon. Not the homework that I should be doing right now instead of blogging. Not even the two quizzes that I have tomorrow, the quiz on Monday or the two more quizzes Next Tuesday.
Know why? Know why? Because I distinctly remember putting a hat on top of my head. Look at your short little arms. You could never reach.
Sorry. I had a visit from the Willy Wonka bug.
Anyway, I have my reasons and they are three. Lost. Supernatural. Snow.
Yes. After a hiatus that seemed far to long, to of my favorite shows are coming out with new episodes. And it is predicted that we will have 2-3 inches of snow. That can actually be an unhappy thing. Bob Evans tends to be dead when we have snow. The elderly don't like to venture out in the winter weather I guess.
I made better money last night than I have on a Wednesday in months. I'm not sure why but it made me happy. So if I don't make all that much tonight it's not a crisis. And if we are dead enough I may be able to get off early enough to catch my shows. And it's a new Psych tomorrow. What more could I ask for?
I do have a tiny angry thing to mention about last night. I was making awesome tips until my very last table. 6 people. two parents and 4 teenagers about 16 or 17. Very nice and polite. Always saying please and thank you. They were my only table so I was able to devote my full attention to them. And I later discovered that the mother of the family was a waitress at one point in her life. They ate their food in pretty good time and all. But it was after that they decided to spend 20 minutes looking through our teeny tiny corner shop. Who do they think we are, Cracker Barrel? Anyway, they took forever, finally left and guess what I found on the table?
$3. Their ticket ended up being $68. Which means that from a former waitress, for good service and hot food fast, I got a 4% tip. I was quite upset. But you got to learn to let these things go. And now can.
Okay, I really need to get to work on my homework.
Happy Thursday.
The place where I go to find myself again when I am lost. My Zen garden if you will.
2 comments:
A third grader at one of my schools was working on a word problem the other day that included "tips" - it was just addition, so the amounts were given to him, and he wasn't ready to do percentages or figure out if it was a "good tip" (though I had to fight the urge to ask the question...) - but I suspect even this third grader could figure out that $3/$68 is pretty lousy...
Hope your Friday was better than your Thursday. Talk to you soon.
love you
YUCK. But good for you for trying to let go of those moments... It just hardens you too much to hold it all inside and let it fester.
Love you!
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