Working post

So, I'm back from work. And almost everything in the upcoming post has to do with work. Except for the very next part. Which doesn't have to do with work.

I was looking around earlier today, and talking with Sarah again, when I found a link back to my old blog. Gosh, reading it again, I am very embarrassed. I was a heathen, and an evil little child. But, I'm kind of glad it is there, all the same. I just looked over a few of the posts, and I realized why I like to blog so much. I've done it every time it comes to mind, since I first found out about blogs. Sometimes months inbetween, but normally pretty regularly. It's because that is how I remember things. I can't actually remember them myself, so I create a blog and record them for me. Just the few posts that I looked over told me so much about myself that I didn't know. Just little stories and anecdotes that are very interesting to remember. But, where-as most people can just remember them, I need them recorded in order to remember them. That's why I like photos. And momentos. And blogging. They are my link to the past.

So, today at work was pretty good all in all. I was only really on the floor for about four hours, but during those four hours I made fourty to fifty dollars. The rest of the night was me on drive through, at my minimum wage rate. In addition to the decent money, I even had really good customers. No one really seemed to come in angry today, and that makes me very happy. There was one table that came in angry, because of bad service they had last time, but I cheered them up, and they really seemed to like me by the time they left. So, all in all, a very good work day.

At work, there is a mexican lady in the back, very dear to me. She is so great. It really is a treat to work with her. But today, she was supposed to get off at ten, and was still at the store when I left at three. Her boyfriend (By the way, her name is Gabina and she is probably fourty something) was supposed to pick her up, but he didn't come, he wouldn't answer the phone at home, and so Gabina thinks that he was out dancing. I offered her a ride home when I got off, but one of the ladies had already offered, so I wasn't needed. It really makes me sad to see such a great lady treated baddly by a man like that. I dunno, that's pretty much what I wanted to say on that subject.

Oh gosh, and now I am going to sleep. I have church tomorrow, after all.

Cast

• Me: Tired, hardworking, dreamer
• Gabina: Sweet old mexican woman at Steak 'n Shake