"I think that you could be a total bitch if you wanted to."
M has no idea just how on-point she was. But I think the keyword that she used was wanted. Truthfully, I have no urge to be angry anymore. The way my life is right now is just fine with me... I can't keep focusing on the things and the people that have pissed me off or done me wrong. My job has taught me that you can get a lot further with people by maintaining composure. The rudeness that I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis when I'm at the restaurant doesn't even bother me anymore. In fact, I find it almost laughable. There are always going to be demented people out there who enjoy picking fights and stirring the pot just for kicks. It's not worth my time anymore to join in on that game. Be childish if you wish, but don't expect me to play along with you. I'll be in the corner with the real grown-ups if you need me.
In other news...
I have three shifts left at the restaurant, and I'm really glad to be leaving. "Hi! Welcome to Friday's! How many are in your party this evening?" I'm afraid I recite it in my sleep now. Don't ever work in a restaurant. It gets monotonous. Even when you're friendly and outgoing, you find yourself dealing with the same types of guests every day, though the faces change. The only thing I'll really miss is the few good friends I made there, who suffered through countless drab shifts right along with me. I told my managers I'd be around to pick up shifts here and there...but in reality I'll be spending my time thinking of reasons why I can't go in. And it will be great.
Thing with guard are getting amped up now that band camp has come upon us. The squad is really eager and (for the most part) hard-working...so I'm stoked about being able to work with them again. I'm really starting to feel comfortable teaching now that I have a few years under my belt.
School is fast approaching, and I have nineteen days until I get to move back into my apartment. I already know one of my roommates (who is really nice, but could possibly be absolutely insane...more on that some other time), and the other two are from out-of-state. I'm nervous and excited all at once. I respond to meeting new people in one of two ways: either I'm really friendly and open, or I get shy and close off. The latter me arrived in full form last semester, and I really lost time in getting to know the people that I lived with. Thank goodness that C and I were able to connect once I got over myself...but I want to avoid that whole awkward stage completely this time around. I'll probably have to consciously make the effort at first, but hopefully over time I can be friends with all of them.
M has no idea just how on-point she was. But I think the keyword that she used was wanted. Truthfully, I have no urge to be angry anymore. The way my life is right now is just fine with me... I can't keep focusing on the things and the people that have pissed me off or done me wrong. My job has taught me that you can get a lot further with people by maintaining composure. The rudeness that I have to deal with on a day-to-day basis when I'm at the restaurant doesn't even bother me anymore. In fact, I find it almost laughable. There are always going to be demented people out there who enjoy picking fights and stirring the pot just for kicks. It's not worth my time anymore to join in on that game. Be childish if you wish, but don't expect me to play along with you. I'll be in the corner with the real grown-ups if you need me.
In other news...
I have three shifts left at the restaurant, and I'm really glad to be leaving. "Hi! Welcome to Friday's! How many are in your party this evening?" I'm afraid I recite it in my sleep now. Don't ever work in a restaurant. It gets monotonous. Even when you're friendly and outgoing, you find yourself dealing with the same types of guests every day, though the faces change. The only thing I'll really miss is the few good friends I made there, who suffered through countless drab shifts right along with me. I told my managers I'd be around to pick up shifts here and there...but in reality I'll be spending my time thinking of reasons why I can't go in. And it will be great.
Thing with guard are getting amped up now that band camp has come upon us. The squad is really eager and (for the most part) hard-working...so I'm stoked about being able to work with them again. I'm really starting to feel comfortable teaching now that I have a few years under my belt.
School is fast approaching, and I have nineteen days until I get to move back into my apartment. I already know one of my roommates (who is really nice, but could possibly be absolutely insane...more on that some other time), and the other two are from out-of-state. I'm nervous and excited all at once. I respond to meeting new people in one of two ways: either I'm really friendly and open, or I get shy and close off. The latter me arrived in full form last semester, and I really lost time in getting to know the people that I lived with. Thank goodness that C and I were able to connect once I got over myself...but I want to avoid that whole awkward stage completely this time around. I'll probably have to consciously make the effort at first, but hopefully over time I can be friends with all of them.
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