So Far So Good

This is me and my kitty Willie. I forced him to take a picture with me the other day because we haven't had a picture taken together for a while. Plus, he was being very cuddly.

Things are still going well with me. I am paying bills, cleaning house, eating right and doing my best to be happy. When I look in the mirror, I'm starting to like what I see. Right now my disenchantment is with my job. I've been there for about 14 months, and what a 14 months it has been. Some days I just don't know if I can take being talked down to for one more minute.

This job is so quirky. We have our regulars that we see every day, our white trash hillbillies, our droves of senior citizens, our ghetto folk. Most of the time everyone I wait on is very nice and I don't let customer behavior get to me too much. But there are some days when it seems like you have the same thing over and over again...people will order the same menu item all fucking day, or you'll accidentally serve seven coffees with lipstick stuck on the cup. If one thing goes wrong, your whole shift could collapse. It can be stressful, but I thrive on it. I love it when it gets so busy that five hours goes by like two. I don't smoke cigarettes anymore so I work the whole shift now instead of spending time smoking. It's good that there are so many positive things I could say about my job, but the bad things are bad. Like, the way management treats us. The way that they preach teamwork to us, but don't lead by example at all. There are competent people in this field but they're being overworked by other management that are overworked as well. It's like the domino effect. No one really gets credit for the work they do and they're afraid to fire people in this day and age so subpar employees keep their jobs and slow the rest of us down. It's total craziness.

But at least I can say that I have bonded with everyone there in some special way. I hang out with them. They're part of my life right now. I don't know about a year from now, but they're important to me now. Someday I will look back on this time in my life as being something other than what I see it as being now.

Tiredly,
Mz Bowailey