My (new) motto...
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter."
Just found this in my search referrals.I liiiiike this. Me, in a nutshell.
(NUTshell... how perfect.) Was late for work this morning.
First time.
For this job, I mean.
Fuck man... I was born two weeks late and I've been runnin' to catch up since. I was SICK, expecting Mr. Mean Cook to verbally kick my ass, BUT...
he was cool. oo-eee-ooo.... And THAT, friends and neighbors, almost scared me more than if he had freaked out.
Well... he did freak out, but not on me.
The interesting thing about it when he did lose it was whom he lost it on and her reaction. It was his own sister and he didn't cut her any more slack than he ever does anybody else and I saw her go like, "SHIT! Grrr..." to herself over it.
Same thing I do.
Y'okay, then....
(*whispers* ... and here I thought she was "special"... 'Course, so did she.) Anyhoo... all he said when I walked in was "Hurry up..." and I did. I didn't frick up any orders and I made it through his shift. Hell, I even forgot my favorite owner was coming in. I saw him and got all happy and relieved and then I knew I'd be fine...
And I was.
I even got outta there at a decent time. And, missing those 45 minutes this morning didn't affect tips much, if at all.
Kinda makes me wonder if going in at 10 all the time would work.... but, no. Not even gonna start with that shit. Got my heart broken at near the end of my own shift, though.
We have regulars who come in all the time for the Early Bird Specials. Most of these people are older and rather sweet, if a tad "persnickity" about stuff, sometimes. (I just tell myself that it's the crotchety old people who live the longest, so it doesn't bother me... much.)
Anyway, one of these couples is John and Rose. Every time they come in, they take home the scraps for their dog, I think her name is Queenie.
Today, when they came in, the first thing Rose says is that they won't be needing the go-boxes today... because their Queenie died today. This morning. Gawd. I almost cried right then and honestly, my eyes are filled right now, just mentioning it...
I hate this shit. I "handled" it by telling myself that Elva has a buddy to go to Heaven with, so I made it without actually crying. Then, anyway.... (she says as she leaks now...) Another waitress and I are gonna replace their dog.
We're gonna start with a stuffed animal toy... a white shepard, like they had.
If that goes over well and they make any noises like they'd let us, I think we'll go so far as to get them another real dog.
Wouldn't be the first time I did that, either. It IS the best thing, the ONLY thing to do.
Get another one.
NOW. That is one of the best things about animals compared to people. Animals, you can replace.
(But, that's why God invented weed. Isn't it?) On that note... I'd best get it in gear, I suppose.
I have about two thirds of a ton of animals waitin' to be fed, crap to clean (still) and an "Uncle" to catch up with that I haven't seen for YEARS.
That'd be Pat.
But first... I gotta go re-enact, as best I can by myself, that "shotgun" picture.
All I need is one of those "power-hitter" footballs. Oh yeah... and I've also gotta go dig through all my "stuffies" and see if I've got what we need for John and Rose.
They are sooo sweet, those two.
We couldn't help but wonder what on EARTH this woman is gonna do, should he go before her... He takes such careful care of her, you can just tell she'd be lost on her own.
I (started) to say to the other waitress, that maybe, if God is merciful... what? She'll go first? He'll be left alone? I couldn't even finish the sentence.
Me and her looked at each other, both choked up and teary eyed at that thought.
And, the dog was bad enough.
Ya know? Ya know what else?
If the feelings are this intense and sometimes almost unbearable with "just" animals, how much worse must it be for NORMAL people when it comes to dead kids and other people?
I shudder to think. (Thank you, God, yet again for my defective ovaries. That's something I'll never fully know and I won't miss it a bit. Now, can we talk about my cat NORMAN who still hasn't come home yet?) Peace, y'all....
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