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I used to be angry

I used to be angry, but with hope. Now I'm cynical and just want more. I hate to use this post or any post as an outlet for frustration and rage but it seems to be the general theme of this blog so why not induldge? Recapping the last few months and the few months prior to that. To start out with (and I'm certian you can find evidence of this posted earlier in my blog) I wasn't happy with work. Work made me sick, I hated the owners, the hours, the management, the customers. Hate isn't a strong enough word. I loathed going to work. Personal life was at an all time low, maybe not all time, but I definately felt like I was in the middle of an Ocean and any chance of a break was a swim far out of sight. Enter a beautiful girl and the reason that blog posts full of passionate anger cease. She's been pretty well off the charts amazing, and I find myself more taken by her everyday. I'm going to Europe with her this summer. Obviously she totally flipped the chart upside down with my personal life, but besides that things have been going relatively well at work. I work the evening shift now and never have to see the owners. The hours are many and the money is ricidiously good. It's stressful but a girl, and an amazing summer occupy my mind constantly. I know that if I hadn't met her I would have just stuck out the past several months and the rest of summer and just moved out and went back to school. But after meeting her I know I've been given a huge boost of motivation to make enough money to do things like travel, buy the ridiculously expensive iBook i'm typing on right now, and of course I'll still be heading back to school and moving out but it seems entirely more exciting knowing I'll be back in school with her and in a place of my own.

Anyways the last few days at work have been kind of shit. I say 'kind of' but it really doesn't encompass the size or color of this turd. Last thursday I had a table dine and dash on me, which I ran down and brought back. And the last couple days it seems like I've served nothing but scum. I can usually take a bad day a couple times a week but in a row my mind starts working and I place things to be much worse than they really are. I start to question the nature of humanity based upon the small, and entirely inaccurate sample, of the world population that walks through the restaurant's doors. It makes me forget about how well I'm doing and how happy I am that things are going so well for me.

Today was a pretty good day. I still find myself looking at each table skeptically, but for the most part I've resigned myself to the fact that even if some scum slips in obviously there are tons of good people out there who respect the person I am and the service I provide (or at least treat my like a human) and that in the end I'll get by and can't let myself keep focusing on the ignorant people that present themselves daily.

posted by Rob and Lauren @ 2:06 AM