Salsa

The man and I had a disagreement (it wasn't a fight, we just both thought the other was an idiot ha ha) about salsa. We'd just finished watching a commercial about Tango dancing and I said:

Me: "Did you know salsa originated in Argentina?"

Man: "What? No it didn't. It's from Mexico"

Me: "Uhh no, I was in Argentina. They had signs and history about it everywhere."

Man: "Well they lied honey. That's the stupidest thing I ever heard"

Me: "I don't think a whole country would lie about it. It clearly said it everywhere."

Man: "Well it's not true, it's from Mexico."

10 minutes later of silence while watching tv, and thinking about how ignorant the other person was....

Me: "You are talking about Salsa dancing right?"

Man: "No. Is that what you were talking about? I was talking about the salsa dip..."

Dates

One of the things I really like about working at the Melting Pot, is that people are usually in there to celebrate something and that means they are in a great mood, which definitely makes my job more pleasant that way. Think about it, either I can wait on a table happily celebrating a birthday vs waiting on a table of 7 because mom was too tired/grumpy from the kids, being unruly all day, to make dinner. First scenario wins every time!

So this weekend one of the other servers was talking to me about his table. He said "I feel really bad for the woman at my table. She is supposed to be on a double date with another couple celebrating their anniversaries... but, her husband stood her up. And it's their 24th anniversary."

My jaw dropped. I understand having arguments in relationships, but standing your spouse up for your 24 anniversary?! In front of your friends too! Ohh man, I would be furious!

The server said that the woman's husband would now have to come pick her up, because she was too drunk to drive (which I would be too). He later told me that her husband did show up eventually, an hour and a half late... wearing his pajamas!!! I don't think I could sign the divorce papers fast enough...

Long Days

Meet Sammy. My kitten that's about a year old now. Last night, the BF left a screenless window open to let some of the cool air come into our second story apartment, and left the room (not thinking things through clearly). Sammy quickly found this window and, unbeknown to us decided to explore the 2" ledge outside of it. Meanwhile we are watching tv out in the living room and get a knock on our door. At 12:30 am, we thought this was pretty odd. We answered the door to 2 young teenage girls who said they were worried about out cat, who was dangling from out second story window meowing. I quickly rushed into the room and looked out the window. It's a picture window that slides open on both sides. So I tried calling her, and leaning out to get her. Sammy decided that the best thing for her to do, is to walk away from me and to climb up the screen on the other side. Which meant:
A. I couldn't reach her from inside.
B. We couldn't get the screen off the other side of the window to get her in, since she was now hanging from it for dear life.
C. She's a wimp, she wouldn't be able to hang on for long so my time was limited.

So I stood up on the window sill and slowly got myself through the window, carefully inched my way out onto the tiny ledge, eventually was spread eagle across the second story window (envisioning what it would be like to wear a full body cast after I fell to me doom) praying my feet and fingers didn't slip, and managed to grab the kitty and bring her into safety.

Has the little turd been grateful now that I saved her tiny life? NO! She's been doing all the things she knows she's not allowed to do today, attempting to climb our fake tree, walking on the counters, trying to knock my birthday roses off the counter, tearing up the carpet, and worst of all... RUNNING ACROSS THE WINDOWSILL MAKING ALL THE BLINDS HIT TOGETHER WHEN I'M SLEEPING. I am really fond of my sleep.

So thank you, you little asshole. You will be getting whats coming to you soon because you, young lady, are getting spayed next week!

Adoption

I was cleaning my section at the waitressing job I have, a few nights ago. It takes a little while to get everything wiped down on the tables and make sure it's clean a restocked. As I was wiping down the tables, a large group of people near my section were talking. A woman was talking about a couple she knew, who was adopting from oversea some where. A man at the table interrupted her and said "Why can't people adopt from the United States? Why do they always go out of the country when we have kids here that need homes?" And it made me really sad.

I do think American children need loving homes, just as much as any other child. The difference though, is that 17 million children die of starvation each year in Africa alone. That doesn't even touch a lot of the other children around the other world needing adoption. How many of the kids we can adopt here in the US, die from starvation? None of them. So if I had to pick, I would pick to save the life of a child that could potentially die from the conditions they live in. I don't think it was really fair for that man to feel the way he did.

I also think adoption is one of the best things you can do in this world, so whether someone adopts from America, or from anywhere else, I think they are doing an amazing and beautiful thing. They should never be criticized for their decision to do so.

Not again

I was working at the coffee shop a few days ago. A woman came up to order:

Woman: "I'd like a slice of cheesecake and a tall earl grey tea."

We carry two kinds of cheesecake so I asked her: "Would you like the original or the white chocolate..."

Woman [Interrupting and rolling her eyes]: "I said a TALL earl grey tea"

Well no shit I heard that. I didn't ask about that, but thanks for treating me like I'm stupid and don't know how to do my job (which I've been doing for 2 years) because you were too lazy to actually look at the bakery case you were ordering from and don't know what I'm talking about.

Class A Creeper

The new job has been going really well. I love how much slower paced this restaurant is and how I have much more time to talk to tables because people always fascinate me. I also get along with most of the staff very well so things really have been going great.

The only problem? They have a really creepy cook. I know most restaurants have creepy cooks, trust me I've seen my share. But this one really takes the cake. He seemed pretty nice at first, slightly flirty but still respectful. I made it a very big point that I was engaged. Well things just started getting creepier and creepier. He asked when I was getting married and I said in about a year. His response was "So I have a year to change your mind?" Which almost made me throw up the oreo covered marshmallow I had just eaten (not nice because those are delicious!) because even if I wasn't single, this guy wouldn't have any chance with me. Not my type. There have been many other awkward comments/questions and he always pays special attention to me and it's really starting to make me uncomfortable.

I've only talked to him for the past week if it's something I need from the kitchen but I don't think he's getting the hint. I'm pretty non-confrontational, but I will have to say something sooner or later if things don't change. UGGGHHHHH creepy men.

Airports

I got to pick my brother up from the airport yesterday. He's on leave from the hospital for about a month so he came to visit me for a couple days for my bday. It's really good to see him. Last time I saw him right after his accident and it's crazy how much his hand has healed. He can grab things now with a good amount of strength, in fact the doctors can't believe how well it healed, they are amazed every time they check on him. His back is healing up from where they took the skin flap, and over all he looks really well and healthy again. It's so good to see family.

I'm really excited to start school again. I finally decided a few months ago to go for Occupational Therapy. Mainly because I got to see them work with my brother and it seems like a very creative and rewarding career. It will take a long time to get there, but I can't wait to get started. I really never want to stop learning, so going back to school is something I'm really looking forward to.

Wake up call

I have been kind of sick lately. Since I don't have to work until tonight, I just kind of lounged around in bed for awhile (all morning) and then reached for my phone and found this wonderful little gem of a story about a flight attendant going crazy and quitting.

It's worth reading and left me in bed laughing out loud. I don't think I've had one job where I haven't wanted to do the same to a customer. I had to stop waitressing at Chili's awhile ago because I knew I couldn't take anymore shit from people, and would snap if someone else treated me badly again. I don't know if it's American's specifically, but people seem to just have this feeling of entitlement that anyone in employment is below them and they are entitled to do whatever they want. And I realize people have bad days, especially traveling, but I would never treat people unless it was the way I would like to be treated. I would expect people to do that same but no, they don't.

I guess for me, the best part was that he used the same language the passenger did with him. Which honestly, if someone starts swearing at you and calling you names, I think you should be able to treat them exactly the same way.

Party

The bf and I went to his godfather's 50th birthday this past weekend, in California. Let me just say that Mexican's really know how to party ha ha. There was a bottle of tequila on every table and a trough of Corona's and Bud Lights. There was a huge buffet table of delicious bbq food and a band playing all night. I even got to go horseback riding, which I haven't done in YEARS and was so much fun. The downside to that is, of course, I can't walk like I normal person because the insides of my thighs got pulled. I never really realized why people always said cowboys were bowlegged (if you don't know what I'm talking about it's ok, I was raised in Idaho after all) and now I completely understand ha ha.

So we had to stop a couple times on the trip back (hello surprise monthly gift), and the bathrooms were HORRENDOUS!!! The first one was so disgusting I didn't even want to wash my hands because I just risked picking up more germs from the filthy sink. That's where hovering really comes in handy ;)

At the second stop I wasn't really sure I had to go to the bathroom, but I thought it would be good to stop just in case. As soon as I stood up I knew I had to go, and go NOW. So I ran to the bathroom... and there is a line of 5 women (GAHHHH). One of the stalls wasn't out of order and the other two were taken. The handicapped stall was taken by a mom and her 3 kids, who were all taking their sweet time and I know why because of the grunting coming from the stall (love kids). So I had to wait for the other 5 women to use the ONE stall while really trying not to poop my pants (it was close). I seriously considered going into the Men's bathroom but I toughed it out and made it. When I went to wash my hands the soap dispenser was broken off the wall, laying on the counter, and empty. As well as the paper towel dispenser. Thank you God for instant hand sanitizer!!!

But minus the bathrooms, the trip was fun. I feel like I'm getting to know his family a lot more, and all of them are so open and welcoming, which is a really good thing when you're marrying into a family that is so close!