another waitressing tale
The restaurant at which I am currently employed now has a lunch buffet, and it has given me an idea of exactly how disgusting most people are. Today I saw a man deciding whether or not to eat an unidentifiable object on his plate. Judging by his expression alone, he had no idea what it was either. It may not have been a low point for him, but it was for me. He decided to eat...
a waitressing tale
photo credit: skinnydiver
I was bothered when asked to describe the cheese sticks at my place of employment. I felt that the name should've been pretty self explanatory. What was even more explanatory was THE DESCRIPTION ON THE MENU. I described them as crusty tubes filled with cheese, which is exactly what they are. The customers promptly left the restaurant.
I have hobbies like a dickhead.
I, John, am what most people would consider a waste of talent. This is something that I am trying fix. Here, for you readers, I have compiled a list of endeavors that I have, pursued, tried, failed, and/or given up on: embroidery(mawmawin' it up) crossword puzzles cooking/baking riding bikes writing poetry(GAG!) watching reality television(because anything can be a hobby if you do it often enough, right?)Also, I had a plant once and decided they were not for me.Hopefully crafternoons (afternoons devoted to crafting) with D is for Delicate will be a step in the right direction. I may even accidentally discover...



