We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution

So Today was a good day, all things considered. Things like, Sleeping in really late, not going to classes (first absent day of the quarter) watching youtube videos about global warming, sustainability and some comical political satire to soften the depressing blow of it all, writing a 5 page proposal to what the answer is to the worlds horrifying problems, studying for my second attempt at passing my module two math exam, doing Carmen Electra’s fit2strip workout on Comcast, feeding the animals while mom’s in West Palm Beach, running to the library in the 15 minutes before catching the bus to work to pick of Still life With a Woodpecker, which they kindly e-mailed me to tell me that it was being held for me there, I’m going to place holds for all my books now that is neat. I also placed a hold on the Documentary that I saw a snippet from on youtube called “The Corporation”
knocked my socks off)




so I’m pretty excited to get that e-mail. Got offered full time hours at the bar, I was really surprised and told Toni I would have to think about it. But thinking about it now, this is everything I want and need. I would make massive money working Tuesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights serving (hello tips) the thing that made me second guess was Friday and Saturday are my hang-out nights when I normally see the girl(s) and what not. But like I said before, I need to concentrate on necessity right now, and making (saving) money and school and studying fall under that category. So I’m going to except the offer and make the most of it. If you’re sensing some reluctance in my tone you aren’t mistaken, I don’t really enjoy working there, it’s very fast pace, and I am not. I like to relax and not be rushed and stressed out for hours on end to try and please people. Example: Today someone wrote “too spicy, too much cumin, not very good at all” on their curry soup plate coaster. Every time I would walk past their table (it was an older woman with a small toddler girl) she would say “I know, it’s not that good is it?” or “I’m not very impressed why did you choose this place?” Not talking to me, of course, talking to the small child. Okay first of all, why would you comply with a four your old little girl’s decision to eat at a cocktail lounge? A: we allow kids but hate it when they come in ahem it is a bar. B: instead of loudly complaining to your only friend about how shitty you think the food is, say something to your waitress and do something about it. Ok that’s my rant. Sorry. Any way I hope that clarifies my point a little bit, I don’t like being expected to wait on people hand and foot (but I guess that’s why they’re called waitresses eh?) Oh what the fuck, it’s money, and I can do anything. I just gotta keep my head up and not let the mean, drunk, hungry people get to me.

Okay, that’s it for now… Happy Friday!

Much love