confessions of a dainty soul


it's hard to keep my soul on the ground

i am a dreamer, an explorer, a lover of life. i am driven to share pieces of my soul to those i meet and to learn about different beauties to add to my life. i was once told, "a candle loses nothing by lighting another candle. our lives are about sharing the light they make." and i believe that with every bone in my body. i am what i am and i'm learning to embrace it. i love the sunshine.

dis iz meh
Selfish

Lately work has been going pretty well. However, the other waitresses and I are having an issue with another waitress, Ashley. She only works on Fridays and Saturdays, she always goes home early/first, and she never does her part when it comes to the prep work and taking tables when it’s busy. We all stay until 2am on the weekends and if it gets really busy and we need her help she won’t stay because she wants to go home around 10 or 11. We always start our shifts at 4 when working dinner and stay until closing (2am). And she will stop taking tables at 9 so she can leave. If we sent home we stop taking tables at the time we get off. And the person who leaves first does the closing work (I.e. Folding silverware, wrapping up lemons and put them in the walk in, empty tea, sweep, etc. She never does those things or she lies. For example she said she had rolled an entire basket of silverware but it was already rolled. Another time she told me she wouldn’t roll any because “she was going home in 15min so she didn’t see the point” also she came in at 630 one night because she was going to work until close when the rest of us work from 4 to close every night every weekend. She sat there and quit taking tables one night when it was so busy the owner and his wife were waiting on tables. I hate having to work with someone like that who thinks she is entitled to just work the busiest nights, get the biggest tables, and leave early whenever she wants but doesn’t want to put in the effort to earn those privileges. I work 5 or 6 days a week and if I asked to go home early I’d get laughed at or didn’t do the prep work I’d get yelled at. The owner got after me the other day because I didn’t reopen the blinds after 8… Wtf…
I hope she loses her job she doesn’t deserve it or done anything substantial to keep it or get any respect from me.
I worked a double the other day from noon to midnight and she came in from 5 to 8 we had two tables and I gave her the other half of prep work to do and all she did was sweep (which she didn’t even do that cause there were still crumbs under all the tables) . When she told me she was leaving I told her “no u need to finish your work I’ve been here all day and have done everything else” she seriously sat there and argued that she did me a favor and if she wasn’t there I’d be fucked and all by myself….I would much rather have been. I hate her. I don’t hate many people but I hate how entitled she feels she is and how she thinks she’s so awesome. Fuck her and her fat lazy ass. She needs to go asap…

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Life here has been magnificent.  I have made genuine friends and reconnected with old ones.  I’ve settled well into my little nest, making it my own eden.  I have blended in well here and are quite in love with it.  Although I have not explored much of downtown, due to my work schedule, I do plan on it.  I’ve been making very good money at my job and enjoy the company of my co-workers, except for one particular individual.  However, I try to keep her spoiled and entitled tendencies from pissing me completely off.  

Now that my internet is completely up and running, I will sure to be blogging more often.

“If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.”  Believe me, I never take up space.

Settling in

I’m finally all settled in Funky Town and got a job at Byblos Lebanese Restaurant and Hookah Lounge as a waitress. the job is going great and I’ve been making a lot of new friends. I’d say life is good, single, employd, and happy. It’s about damn time.

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