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6.20.2009

writer's block.





i don't like a man in a white belt. 

oh, come one. you know what i'm talking about. 

there is a very specific man (or should i say...young gentleman) that wears a belt of white...cloth, is it? think hard. dig into the annals (or animals) of your memory. you know what i am talking about. 

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on some days people can only reasonably be held accountable for two things. getting out of bed. and showering. i have yet to do the latter. 

oh, and i do need to go the bank.

but i'm washing my black suit. that should count for something? yes, yes, ladies...i'm practically a businesswoman, i wear a suit to work. unfortunately, it's the same suit. everyday. and if they had any idea how often it it taken to the dry cleaners, or put in at the local laundromat...hmmm...hmm.mmmm.mm.

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i'm starting to think all potential boyfriends, lovers, people-i-care-to-call-my-friend should be pre-screened. i sit behind a closed circuit television, watching, as they interact in a restaurant setting.

husband-to-be,

i know you'll pass with flying colors, but just so you feel prepared here's the cliff notes:

1. semantics are important. these chips are stale is very different from, would it be possible to get a new bowl of chips, these seem a little stale.

2. when someone addresses you, acknowledge that. servers, hosts, busboys and the lot are not just part of the furniture, or props as you play out your meal. 

3. don't be a jerk. most people feel okay to do this in a restaurant. it's like all normal, civilized behavior goes out the window...don't fall into this trap.

love you lots, 

wifey-who-hates-being-treated-poorly-for-no-reason-at-all

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i'm thinking of buying a foldable bike.

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i'm thinking this writer's block is a holdover of mercury in retrograde. look it up. 

and so i've abandoned this blogspot lover of mine. even had a few fights with him. and i've stopped responding to you're unbelievably kind comments or commenting on you're unbelievably exciting blogs. but i'm coming round. i hope. rousing from this slumber.

thanks for not giving up on me.

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off to shower.

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photo by Henry Clarke

11 comments:

brown eyed girl said...

Oh, restaurant life.

I feel ya; i'm a server:). I think I have a love/hate relationship with busy nights at the restaurant because they are so hectic, but they usually mean more tips.

sheila said...

Blogs are like a relationships. You have good days and bad. I once said I was never blogging again, then weeks later I said- I'm going to write at least one post a day! ha.

I also was once a server. My husband too. We always leave good tips when we go out. I think everyone should be a server at least once in their lives. Good experiences -and bad too-.

S.Elisabeth said...

Hm I haven't been a server, but I've worked in McDonalds. Now, THAT'S an experience. In short, it was awful. And I got minimum wage.

I love the note to the future husband =) I hope things get better

orsoifeel said...

"A holdover of mercury in retrograde"
The story of my life...trying to get out of the holdover so that I am able to again perceive and interpret information that I receive from around me, and be able to express that to those around me.

There is a positive side to Mercury Retrograde. This period is best used for re-organizing and reflecting.

you have been missed
xoxo

Alexia said...

Hey Smeg!

Yes, go to Australia- it's super funky. Good shopping too.

Wait, did I just say that to a New Yorker? My bad.

My mother laughs at me and my dowry. I've got wine glasses, espresso cups, cutlery, even a Turkish teaset... I don't even have my own apartment.

Having been a waitress, I get really snooty with bad service; it's so easy to be polite!

Have a good one. And a shower!
x

RatalieNose said...

The other day I was in a resturant and a toddler started throwing a fit. Screaming so the entire resturant could hear. And what did the adults with him do?
They
LAUGHED!

kSbl said...

i so feel what you just posted... people.

=p

heisschic said...

i once dated a guy who mocked me because i was "too nice" to the waitress... all because i said "please" and "thank you."

that relationship didn't last much longer.

im sorry you have to deal with people like that on a regular basis. actually, i'm sorry you have to deal with people at all. people can be quite horrible.

Hanako66 said...

my hubby is a total gentleman and will eat something he hates as to not cause trouble...while that is an extreme, I love that he is so nice.

Ash said...

I worked in a restaurant for a while, and I've come to realize that people are very serious about their food. Perfectly nice people can go nuts over the dumbest things... I think being nice to waiters/waitresses is so important.

Also, I get what you mean about writer's block... I've been getting that a lot lately.

I'm not sure who you mean about the white belt...?

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