I have worked the past two evenings at the restaurant and thought I would swoop on in to a funny insightful post about tails of waitressing adventures. It was less adventurous (and lucrative) than hoped, however this is better than extra stories of waitress-woe which can sometimes occur. My highlight was a little girl customer Saturday evening. She was seven-ish and having dinner with her father. She was a peach (in resemblance and demeanor). First she wanted to do all the ordering for the two of them; not in a pushy, bratty way, but more in a sweet, assertive "see what I am able to do" way. Then she was practicing folding napkins and asked if she could get a job folding our napkins because she did such a nice job. She also wanted to order two pounds of chicken wings. Dad told her to start with one and see how she felt after those. I found her charming and spunky and I can imagine in a classroom she would be fun to watch learn and grow. Thankfully I do not have a tail of customer-cantankerousness to balance out Sassy-Seven year old. Our manager/bartender was surly Friday eve, but if I were doing two jobs for the price of one I would be snippy too.
Things I don't like; weird, creepy Rolling Stone cover this month. I have never been a big fan of R.S. magazine in general and I am putting this awful picture/headline at the number one reason why. "Hot, ready, legal"? Really?! I am not sure there is enough money in the world for me to pimp myself out the way the Biebs is here. It is so assaulting to my brain and shouldn't it be so to people with working craniums everywhere? Hot? Debatable (his hair bump higher than a Snooki bump is probably the most visually offensive). Ready-for a relationship? Is this a personal ad that he himself did not have to pay for but got paid to pose for? Legal? I am not even going there. I just find this whole package, picture/headline/article, to really give me the heebee-jeebees. And it makes me sad to see a human being that has been transformed into a product. I cannot wait to trash this issue.
Isn't this cover creepy?!
I have been swallowed up in reading articles on the Huff. Post website and many of the ones I have been drawn to this weekend are the reactions to the Colorado theatre tragedy. When a terrible thing happens we all think there should be ways for this not to happen again, and while we agree on the feeling, that is the only place where there is agreement. Gun control and staunch second amendment "defenders" take up the call to further promote their positions and get into the heated battle of "if this had been this way, then blah, blah, blah." I hate these past tense hypotheticals. I find them patronizing to the victims/families/friends of the present who are hurting now. Who is helping them? Certainly neither the "put concealed weapons in everyone's hands" people, nor the "take all the guns away from everyone, even the hunting weaponry" people. The unfortunate thing is there are people in the middle with better plans but they are being drowned out and blocked from view by the all or nothing crowds. And the voices that ought to be the loudest (our presidential candidates) are saying the least if anything at all. Tens of thousands of gun deaths a year; it's shameful. I am not so naive to believe that number should be zero or that terrible crimes like this are ever 100% preventable, but we should be trying to implement plans that at least attempt to get us closer to it.
That was my rant for the day. I am still miffed about all the idiocy swirling out in the inter-webs today, but I am hopeful that more and more people will stand up for reason and rational thinking over "my way is the better way so there" argument. I think this calls for an upbeat song to put us back in better moods. Spotify radio is pretty swell and I get more than I used to with Pandora. But here is Mat Kearney's (not related-I believe) "Hey Mama." It is pretty jamming and fun. Enjoy!
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