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One year ago:
Every waking moment was spent in that little hospital room,
but she was alive.

Now:
I come and go as I please,
but she’s gone.

I am not myself these days.
I’m too busy missing her
to focus on me.

Sorry if I’m a bitch.
It’s been a rough year.
And the fact that it’s been a year
makes it so much harder.

Maybe I’ll boycott Christmas this year.
My first without her.
Why celebrate that?

I wish I was a hermit.

Okay so my school schedule for spring is all worked out. Here’s what it looks like.
Monday
9:00am-9:50am :: US History from 1865 :: ESSC 255
12:00pm-12:50pm :: Elementary French :: LANG 211
1:30pm-2:50pm :: Physical Geology :: ENV 125
Tuesday
11:00am-11:50am :: French Lab :: LANG 109
12:30pm-1:20pm :: Elementary French :: LANG 215
Wednesday
Same as Monday
Thursday
3:00pm-4:50pm :: Geology Lab :: ENV 361
6:00pm-7:50pm :: Theatre Appreciation :: RTFP 135
8:00pm-9:50pm :: Theatre Appreciation Lab :: RTFP 135
Friday
9:00am-9:50am :: US History from 1865 :: ESSC 255
12:00pm-12:50pm :: Elementary French :: LANG 211

I know, it’s kind of weird, and not the most convenient schedule, but it’s the best I could do with the classes I wanted to/could take. Mostly it’s just because three of my four classes require labs. Oh well.

Last night was so much fun. I went to Eisley’s with Kirby, Nina, her boyfriend Jordan and their friend Kyle, Melisa and her friends Destiny and Derek, AJ and his friend, and Allison. I had never really hung out with any of the other than AJ and Kirby, and I had never even met a bunch of them. We just hung out and got to know each other for a while and eventually me, Kirby, Allison, Nina, Jordan and Kyle decided to go to iHop. We got crappy service, as usual when I’ve gone with that many people, but it was a lot of fun. I haven’t hung out with a big group like that in a long time, so it was nice.

This update is really boring so away I go to read Entertainment Weekly.

I know – one day. But…

Things I wish I had known before I applied:
- On average, breakfast servers only make $35 in tips for an 7-8 hour shift – and that’s the busiest time of day.
- A “busy” day consists of 35 tables in the entire shift.
- Most tips are only 10% on a $10-20 bill. You do the math.
- Asking guests if everything is okay more than once is considered harassing them.
- Being a waitress also means being a hostess, cashier, busboy, cook, and room service runner.
- There is so little organization that the tables aren’t even numbered and they don’t require their servers to learn the menu.
- “Good service” is not being polite, friendly, and welcoming – it’s being invisible.

So, yeah. I feel kind of bad quitting after a day, but that’s only because they’re pretty nice people there. But, oh well. It was a waste of time and definitely not worth getting up at 4:30 in the morning for.

The Radisson markets itself as an upscale hotel, but it’s all fake… Once you get behind the scenes, out of the public areas, it’s obvious that the management needs to seriously assess that situation. The kitchen is huge, but so open and empty…They don’t do enough business to keep it totally stocked (except for banquets and such, I’m guessing). The walls have huge stains on them, the wallpaper is old and faded, it seemed like everything was dirty, some of their cloth napkins have holes in them…It’s fake luxury. It’s all about appearances there. “We’ll set our tables and people will think we’re high-end, so they’ll pay $7 for a continental breakfast.” Sadly, it seems to work – although apparently not THAT well, considering how slow they are.

*Full disclosure: I originally wrote this in June 2007, when my brief stint at the hotel actually occurred.

I don’t have a lot of time for an update, but here’s a quick one.
I’m going to be Cleopatra for Halloween tomorrow night at work.
Annie, Nina, and I have BFF rings.
Saturday night is hookah with a bunch of girls from work and our boys.
I think I’m going to be late to my 12:30 class because it’s 11:30 and I still haven’t dried my hair or gotten dressed or anything.
Okay, gonna go get ready now.

I love this colder weather but crikey are my lips chapped.

Good thing my mark. lip gloss is supposed to get here today.

Quite possibly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.

Two cute guys sat in my section tonight. When I was clearing their table after they left, I noticed that they left their receipt on the table with the word “hottie” written on it. Danielle thinks they left it there as a “hey, you’re hot” kind of thing, since they were flirting with me the whole time. I think it would’ve been more effective to write “thanks, hottie” or something along those lines. Or to write it on my credit card slip that I was guaranteed to find. So I’m not so sure it was directed at me. Either way… weird. Amusing, but weird.

I am loving this weather. Sixteen days into October and it’s finally starting to feel like fall. I love Texas for the most part, but I can definitely do without 90° fall days.

Annie and I went shopping for a little bit today. I got some great brown boots that I may or may not keep, a shirt I still haven’t tried on, and six pairs of earrings (Claire’s was having a buy two get one free sale, and I have no restraint). I still need to get a shitload of warm clothes although I’m not sure yet exactly what I need. I need to get all my winter clothes out of storage and go through them.

Whoa midnight already? Shit. I need to go take a shower and go to bed.

Young couple having picnic under tree at the top of the hill. White SUV pulls up – young couple in matching white outfits with a pale yellow dog. Dog off leash – can’t catch the ball, even when it’s not moving. Disappear over hill as picnicking couple leaves. Middle-aged couple. Man on cell phone, woman being ignored. Up the hill to the water tower. Standing, talking. Arguing? Older man, business casual, pushing little boys on he swings. Joined by older woman – “Mimi, can you help me?” Middle-aged couple down hill. Woman on phone, then off. Not arguing, but also not affectionate. Yellow truck. Hispanic man out, into white SUV. Both leave, opposite directions. One of the boys swings alone while the others slide. Where is Mimi?