When you say nothing at all...
The past week has been very sobering to me.
I am a compassionate person...sometimes it is one of my stronger qualities...and sometimes it is my downfall.
I was on the way to work on Wednesday when I was redirected...it was about 3:05...
At 3pm an accident happened that claimed the life of a young lady of only 16 years.
SIXTEEN
Tears well up just thinking about what that number means...
no prom...
no homecoming...
no Sadie Hawkins...
no graduation...
no college...
no spring breaks...
no college graduation...
no wedding...
no babies...
no words...
Shakespeare once said that grief is a selfish emotion...and I believe that.
My faith tells me that when someone dies, they go to heaven.
How can I be sad for that...for them to get to experience that...
I am sad for this little girl's sister. She was in the car with her when she passed. She and her best friend...and they made it.
I am close to my sister.
I could not imagine...I wouldn't want to.
As you say your prayers please include these little girls in them.
Lauren, the girl who passed, was a Rangerette (high school dance team) and said to be an incredible young woman. She has many friends and family that are hurting for her. Please pray for them.
After the dance team met with they came to my establishment.
I didn't have words for these girls.
I have felt their pain.
I am only 26 and I have dealt with this 10 times or more...it doesn't get any easier...
but a kind gesture goes a long way...so I comp'd their bill.
Sometimes we say it best...
When we say nothing at all.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
Queso's
I have had a couple of "deep" blogs...now I am going to hit you with the good stuff.
I have gone back and forth on whether or not I should write this post.
I mean Rambo works at Quesos...
Scuba Steve works at Quesos...
I am not a hater.
I feel pretty haterish sometimes...but I am not a hater.
A few weeks ago my sweet friend was feeling like poo and just wanted some soup.
Her little boy is quite the rambunctious little one. He is 5...and allowed.
Jaybo and I went on ahead and left Leelita in the car to gather herself.
It was around 2 or so...maybe 3...
around the time that servers start getting cut in a restaurant.
Jaybo and I rounded the corner with the hostess and sat in our booth.
The hostess got about two or three booths away from us when I hear a big ass hissy fit.
"Oh no, no, no, no...they aren't mine...I am cut...I am cut...what are you doing."
MIND YOU I CAN HEAR HER.
Instead of coming over and greeting us...she storms over to the host stand in disbelief.
When it is confirmed that we are indeed her table she went back over to the corner...WHERE I CAN STILL HEAR AND SEE HER and vents about how pissed she is to her friends.
By this time Leelita has finished gathering herself and was inside.
***in my hood we have a 30 second greet time***
***this bitch took 7 minutes (and yes...I counted)***
when she walked over to the table she seemed extremely agitated...
I gave her our drink order and she disappeared.
Granted at this point Jaybo and I were basically entertaining each other bc Leelita was out of commission and the hostess didn't give us a kids menu for him to color on.
When she brought our drinks she dropped them down on the table so hard that I thought the glasses were going to shatter.
I thought to myself...I have had bad days...I am going to cut her a little slack...she probably thought she was about to get to enjoy the rest of her day...
We placed our order and Jaybo decided he needed to go potty.
We went...and grabbed a kid menu on the way.
When I got back to the table my salad was already there...but no croissant...that is my favorite part of this salad...I was sad...
YES A PINCHE CROISSANT MADE ME SAD...Don't judge me
Rambo came over to the table...he had seen me and Jaybo walk by.
Rambo works for me at night...but has worked at Queso's for 7 years.
He noticed right off that we didn't have our croissants and asked me about it...and then went and got it for me.
Then he went back to work.
I then saw our server get sat again...BAHAHAHAHAHA...
On her way back from getting their drink order I asked her for an Arnold Palmer.
(1/2 tea & 1/2 lemonade = all yummy)
She didn't say anything...just kept walking.
When she walked back by she didn't say anything...just slammed the drink down.
Our food was delivered and I realized that I hadn't even looked up because Scuba Steve was the one handing my food in a funny way.
Scuba Steve is the best. He is dating one of my servers and is a winner winner chicken dinner!!!
I chatted with him about life for a second and he went back to work.
So by the time she came back to our table...I was thinking...she saw me talk to TWO people that work here...she had to notice that we got some croissants from SOMEWHERE...maybe she would try not suck as bad...
MAYBE NOT.
I was so pissed that I wanted to write this blog....and leave her the blog address so she could read about how bad she sucked.
But instead we paid and left...and yes I still gave her 20%...it is against my religion to do anything less.
I have been on the other end of those bad days too many times...
I didn't do the blate (blog hate) for three reasons...Scuba Steve, Rambo, and she could know where I worked...and I will be damned if I let her come in and be ugly to any of my people because I called her out on how bad she sucked.
I was talking to one of my bosses who is friends with the owner of the joint. He wanted me to find out her name so he could report that back to her boss.
That company is sort of no nonsense about that kind of stuff. She would get fired.
And let's face it...I am not going to help our competition suck less.
I hope EVERYONE gets the same experience I did so that the next time they will come see us instead!!!
Pinche Queso's
I have gone back and forth on whether or not I should write this post.
I mean Rambo works at Quesos...
Scuba Steve works at Quesos...
I am not a hater.
I feel pretty haterish sometimes...but I am not a hater.
A few weeks ago my sweet friend was feeling like poo and just wanted some soup.
Her little boy is quite the rambunctious little one. He is 5...and allowed.
Jaybo and I went on ahead and left Leelita in the car to gather herself.
It was around 2 or so...maybe 3...
around the time that servers start getting cut in a restaurant.
Jaybo and I rounded the corner with the hostess and sat in our booth.
The hostess got about two or three booths away from us when I hear a big ass hissy fit.
"Oh no, no, no, no...they aren't mine...I am cut...I am cut...what are you doing."
MIND YOU I CAN HEAR HER.
Instead of coming over and greeting us...she storms over to the host stand in disbelief.
When it is confirmed that we are indeed her table she went back over to the corner...WHERE I CAN STILL HEAR AND SEE HER and vents about how pissed she is to her friends.
By this time Leelita has finished gathering herself and was inside.
***in my hood we have a 30 second greet time***
***this bitch took 7 minutes (and yes...I counted)***
when she walked over to the table she seemed extremely agitated...
I gave her our drink order and she disappeared.
Granted at this point Jaybo and I were basically entertaining each other bc Leelita was out of commission and the hostess didn't give us a kids menu for him to color on.
When she brought our drinks she dropped them down on the table so hard that I thought the glasses were going to shatter.
I thought to myself...I have had bad days...I am going to cut her a little slack...she probably thought she was about to get to enjoy the rest of her day...
We placed our order and Jaybo decided he needed to go potty.
We went...and grabbed a kid menu on the way.
When I got back to the table my salad was already there...but no croissant...that is my favorite part of this salad...I was sad...
YES A PINCHE CROISSANT MADE ME SAD...Don't judge me
Rambo came over to the table...he had seen me and Jaybo walk by.
Rambo works for me at night...but has worked at Queso's for 7 years.
He noticed right off that we didn't have our croissants and asked me about it...and then went and got it for me.
Then he went back to work.
I then saw our server get sat again...BAHAHAHAHAHA...
On her way back from getting their drink order I asked her for an Arnold Palmer.
(1/2 tea & 1/2 lemonade = all yummy)
She didn't say anything...just kept walking.
When she walked back by she didn't say anything...just slammed the drink down.
Our food was delivered and I realized that I hadn't even looked up because Scuba Steve was the one handing my food in a funny way.
Scuba Steve is the best. He is dating one of my servers and is a winner winner chicken dinner!!!
I chatted with him about life for a second and he went back to work.
So by the time she came back to our table...I was thinking...she saw me talk to TWO people that work here...she had to notice that we got some croissants from SOMEWHERE...maybe she would try not suck as bad...
MAYBE NOT.
I was so pissed that I wanted to write this blog....and leave her the blog address so she could read about how bad she sucked.
But instead we paid and left...and yes I still gave her 20%...it is against my religion to do anything less.
I have been on the other end of those bad days too many times...
I didn't do the blate (blog hate) for three reasons...Scuba Steve, Rambo, and she could know where I worked...and I will be damned if I let her come in and be ugly to any of my people because I called her out on how bad she sucked.
I was talking to one of my bosses who is friends with the owner of the joint. He wanted me to find out her name so he could report that back to her boss.
That company is sort of no nonsense about that kind of stuff. She would get fired.
And let's face it...I am not going to help our competition suck less.
I hope EVERYONE gets the same experience I did so that the next time they will come see us instead!!!
Pinche Queso's
Make it Count
So for those of you who do not know...
I am hanging up my manager hat.
I have wanted to teach for a long time, and I think that now is as good of a time as any.
I have been sorting through all the reasons that I want to teach, I have doubted my decision multiple times, but have come up with the same conclusion each time.
Follow your heart...and do something that makes a difference.
That is not to say that what I do now doesn't make a difference.
It counts...I count.
As a manager we wear all sorts of hats.
The mother hat, the authoritarian hat, the nurse hat, the counselor hat, the teacher hat, and then sometimes you have to know when to take your hat off...and just be.
Each hat gives me a different feeling of importance.
I studied communications in school and am very lucky that I possess the ability to step back from a situation and see it from all sides...
***I don't always do this...but I can...don't judge me!!!***
I am an easy person to talk to...a good listener.
And I know what a difference a simple conversation can make in someone's life...and I want to make those conversations count.
I wish I could be all the hats in the world for every person in the world.
Well...maybe not every person...but most people...
I am reminded of a story I was told one time...
A man who manages for the same company I do left his position to become a pastor.
He felt like that was his calling.
After a year or so he returned...and one of his team members asked him why he returned.
His response was that he touched more peoples lives on a daily basis in the restaurant...guests and employees than he could in a church.
I get that.
When I was in school I didn't have the best example of management....as a matter of fact I thought that it was a prereq for managers to be shady slime balls.
But my mother told me that they were my teachers...my examples of what I didn't want to be.
I couldn't blame them for being bad...that was not going be my excuse to suck.
I was just going to be better.
I am better.
So as you go out into your day...your life...remember that you are wearing a hat for someone...and you are touching someone's life.
Make it Count.
don't be someone else's excuse to suck
I am hanging up my manager hat.
I have wanted to teach for a long time, and I think that now is as good of a time as any.
I have been sorting through all the reasons that I want to teach, I have doubted my decision multiple times, but have come up with the same conclusion each time.
Follow your heart...and do something that makes a difference.
That is not to say that what I do now doesn't make a difference.
It counts...I count.
As a manager we wear all sorts of hats.
The mother hat, the authoritarian hat, the nurse hat, the counselor hat, the teacher hat, and then sometimes you have to know when to take your hat off...and just be.
Each hat gives me a different feeling of importance.
I studied communications in school and am very lucky that I possess the ability to step back from a situation and see it from all sides...
***I don't always do this...but I can...don't judge me!!!***
I am an easy person to talk to...a good listener.
And I know what a difference a simple conversation can make in someone's life...and I want to make those conversations count.
I wish I could be all the hats in the world for every person in the world.
Well...maybe not every person...but most people...
I am reminded of a story I was told one time...
A man who manages for the same company I do left his position to become a pastor.
He felt like that was his calling.
After a year or so he returned...and one of his team members asked him why he returned.
His response was that he touched more peoples lives on a daily basis in the restaurant...guests and employees than he could in a church.
I get that.
When I was in school I didn't have the best example of management....as a matter of fact I thought that it was a prereq for managers to be shady slime balls.
But my mother told me that they were my teachers...my examples of what I didn't want to be.
I couldn't blame them for being bad...that was not going be my excuse to suck.
I was just going to be better.
I am better.
So as you go out into your day...your life...remember that you are wearing a hat for someone...and you are touching someone's life.
Make it Count.
don't be someone else's excuse to suck
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