My ranting

Hoo-rah! My summer class is over and done with; now I can rest and enjoy my summer...after I take the GREs. Fun, fun. But since I have a small break, I'm going to go-off (for the last time) on my tangent. For those of you who have already heard this story from me, I promise not to talk about it any more unless provoked. Here we go:

I was waitressing last Sunday night, just like any other night. We were fairly busy when a table of 6 came in, 3 gentlemen 30ish, 40ish and 50ish with their wives. No problem. The other waitress took the table. The had to wait more than 2 minutes for the beverages while she was taking someone else's food out. They got impatient and snappy. Through out the evening they continued to be rude, impatient, complain (about nothing), be condescending, and probably one of the worst tables we've served in a while. The older man left a 5% tip and the rest left a 10%. Mind you they were happy with their meal, everything was wonderful, and the other waitress did a great job serving them. I can get over a table of rude people who tip bad. The part that made me mad (and I'm still mad about it) is that they PRAYED before their meal. In conversation I also overheard some reference to the older man preaching that Sunday morning. Luck for the man, my boss was at the counter as he left or I was going to give him a piece of my mind (as politely as possible). I tried to explain to my non-Christian co-workers that he made me mad not because he was rude, but because he was dragging the name of my God through the mud. He was representing Christ in a manner that I was ashamed of. I tried to tell them that Christians shouldn't act like that. I tried. I pray they heard, but with Christians like that I don't blame them for running from Christ.

It takes a lot to get me mad, and I was madder than I had been in a long time. The man did look familiar though, and I can't get his face out of my head. I will find him one day and then write him a nice-nasty letter rebuking him for his actions and his poor witness.

So, the moral of the story is: your waitress is watching you. She sees when you pray, she hears what you say, and she sees the cross necklace you wear or Bible on the table. When you pray before your meal you are representing Christ and have the opportunity to make a positive impact in someone's life. So if you are going to be rude, or impatient, or just inconsiderate in general, please don't pray first. Please don't slander Christ with your words and actions. And tip well too. In general I will agree that Christians are the worst tippers. What a sorry reputation we have.
I challenge you to change that.

when I should be studying...

It is pretty much guaranteed; if I'm supposed to be studying I will update my blog :) At least its an improvement from my studying at UCU which is directly correlated with me sleeping somewhere in the living room.
I have my psych final Thursday. I'm coming over, taking the test, and heading back to home sweet home as quickly as possible due to work the next day. Right now I am feeling the effects of my procrastination (me, procrastinate? never), but by the grace of God I am always ready by test time.

I love Yakima, as crazy as that sounds. I love the brown hills with sage brush and the way the sun sets in my rear-view mirror as I drive home. Nothing beats the way it smells when it rains here and the stars almost always come out at night.

I have a great/miserable waitress story from Sunday to post about, but because I need to study and not get all worked up again, the story will have to wait.

Other up and coming attractions include my top three summer highlights. I can only think of 2 right now but I'll post as soon as I come up with a third.

That's all for now, sorry this post is so scattered.
Oh, and I want to go to Montana, Wyoming and Australia.

Life lessons from Solitaire

As I was playing solitaire on my computer today, I was struck by a profound life lesson. In life, when it really counts, you can't just use the 'undo' button and fix your mistakes. You have to live with the consequences of your foolishness/ignorance/'just too busy to pay attention' and try and make the best of it.
Hopefully my life doesn't end up like a games of solitaire, because I always seem to lose.

Grumpy Old Men

Tuesday in 'Tales from the Waitress'
Today two of my favorite customers came in to the restaurant today. They are these two elderly gentlemen (probably in their mid seventies to early eighties)who live in an assisted living home. They go for drives every once in a while and then stop in to each drink a Bud and eat french fries or onion rings. Today they both had red Buds; maybe they figure it is healthier. They are fun because they joke around a lot and give me and each other a hard time. They say they come up to get Buds because they won't let them have it in their nursing home. So I said I wouldn't tell on them. I kinda want to be like that when I'm old. Sneak out with my friend and do stuff we really aren't supposed to. But somehow two old ladies going for a drive and drinking Buds just doesn't seem as cute. hmmm.
Well, that's it for now; know your limit.

Tales from the Waitress

For anyone who doesn't know, I'm spending my summer waitressing at the same restaurant I've worked at for the past 3 summers. Initially I had hoped for a job as a Physical Therapy Aide, but this has turned out to be a blessing both financially and spiritually. So, due to my lack of inspiration regarding what to write, I decided I would use my blog to rant, rave, and vent about waitressing. I'll try to post new and exciting stories whenever I can, and hopefully ya'll be entertained.

Sunday: It was an awesome, busy day and it felt so good to just sit by the end of the day. Of all my fun times waitressing today had the biggest high and low. First, the high. One of my lunch tables actually said grace before their meal. Now this may not sound that special, but I can only think of one, possibly two other times in my four summers as a waitress that I have noticed a family pray first. I'm sure it has happened plenty of times and I haven't noticed, but it surprised me. I made a point to pass the compliment along to the father when he paid and I think he appreciated it. And for the low...this lady with her boyfriend and two nieces came in to get some pop from the grocery section of the store/restaurant. One of the guys I work with knew her as the sister of his friend. So, they came in, looked around, the girls (who were some of the cutest, sweetest, most polite kids I've ever seen) asked for ice cream bars, and the boyfriend paid for a Mt. Dew for the lady and they left. I thought this was odd. People almost never just come in, buy something for themself (excluding the rest) and leave. As I expressed my confusion to the guy I work with, he informed me that she was a 'tweaker' (meth/crack/drug user) and characteristically didn't think of anyone but herself. She probably didn't have the money to buy the girls anything even if she wanted to because it was going to drugs. It made for a pretty depressing evening thinking how the girls were in such a neglectful and generally negative environment. I wish I could have taken them home with me. Maybe some day :)

Well, that's all the stories I have for now. I'll see you again next week, same bat-time, same bat-place.