Someone has to rain on my parade..?

It's monday (not today, but it was 6 days ago).

I'm working the good old afternoon shift.

I get to come into work and work a measly two to three hours and get paid chump change. I had my very first customer of the shift and she came through the drive-thru which by the way is a terrible invention, I mean it gives people more of an excuse to sit on their butt's and get things handed to them with making all but a small hand motion to hand me their money. But anyways, I dominated that drink in a minute or so, turn to hand it to her to have her window rolled up and backed turned to me. I mean what am I suppose to do throw a rock at her window and say " HEY! you high maintenance piece of shit here's your drink!"  I sure wish, but if I want to be employed I have to kiss ass and say " I'm sorry I didn't roll down your window for you and get your money out of your wallet for you". I thought I was as nice and customer friendly as I could be. Next thing I know that lady and her drink came stomping in through those double doors with a not so happy looking face. Whenever you see a customer that was in the drive-thru come through the doors you know its trouble. I was hiding, yeah...she found me. I was told my drink was made wrong too much this not a enough of this....blah blah.. you know its bad when everything they say starts sounding like all the adults from peanuts. Basically she tried to tell me how to make drinks, I tried to tell her to fudge off. I usually give in, let them make me feel the small size of foam they like on their drinks, but my mouth wouldn't let me. I couldn't let her walk all over me. I told my manager she could fire me before I would apologize to her. Does this mean I'm at my breaking point with my job when getting fired sounds way better then saying sorry over a latte?

If so, oooooooooooooh well. 

On the other hand it did have its effects on the rest of my shift, I felt a little down that someone thought I was as smart as her small child she was screaming at in the back of her expensive car. I did my work with my head hung low, to find myself digging a small fortune cookie fortune out of my apron to read" you will be appreciated for the work you do daily". Odd, I thought to see something like that just hanging out in my pocket the whole time, pulled out at just the right time. 

It changed my attitude, and the rest of my day.

( oh and if you were wondering it still didn't make me want to say sorry to that lady:)

-beccarooski

time has told me not to ask for more...

It's interesting how much little things have such a big impact.


I have a little story for you...
Yesterday I went to go spend some time with a friend after work, do some shopping, talk about our week, stuff like that. We decided to go get some cheap food( the good old value menu) at a fast food joint. Instead of going through the drive-thru like we always do, for some strange reason we decided to go in and sit down and eat. why, I don't know exactly. The staff was really nice and we got all our favorite treats off the menu and sat down in a booth. We expected the place to be filled with creepers getting their daily dose of greasy fries and extra large beverages, but to our surprise it was all older people minding their own business having a good old time. It was actually really enjoyable to see that people still like the simple things.
We noticed an elderly man sitting across from us with is little tray filled with value menu goodies looking very content. He speaks up and says " I won't see you ladies tomorrow, so have a wonderful Valentines Day" it was really sweet so we thanked him expecting that to be the end of the conversation, instead it opened up a door for him to chat. He told us of his struggles with shoulder problems, getting laid off, being alone, going back to school, even his childhood and siblings. It was tough stuff to hear but his tone of voice was completely happy. He laughed, talked about getting a job anf working a couple of days a week, and how he's the oldest guy at school but loves it. That man did not take one bite of his sandwich the whole time he was talking to us. Time went on and it was time to go, and as we told him it was a wonderful to talk he told us "You better have good boyfriends who treat you wonderful, you deserve it".
This man didn't know anything about us, a stranger in the same place, yet only had kind things to say. He only wanted someone to talk to, someone that would listen to his journey through life. It was such an amazing thing, really it was. I feel like lately I am experiencing situations that are teaching me how to live my own life. I want to be a good listener, I want to spend time with people and them know I really appreciate every word that they say. I am so blessed to have people to talk to every day that want to hear what I have to say, I don't have to look to strangers to exchange a few small words. What a cool thing it was to talk to that Man.

Will someone please call a surgeon,Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart...

I've been slacking I know.

So it's thursday night, one more day of work and it's the weekend. Working for the weekend is what we do every week. I've realized how disappointed I am when I don't do anything on the weekend, I mean we work our butts off and cut ourselves off from any communication with the outside world for 5 days so that for 2 we can be social bugs and remind ourselves why we go to our wretched jobs every week. Why don't we take one or two days a week and change things up, do something different from our everyday routines that become so apart of us that we could do most anything with our eyes closed. Time outside of what's regular and expected of you is the time most well spent. I want to remember my days,months, and years. I feel like so much time is passing and I don't seem to have memories to associate with all the time past. I don't want to regret things, I want to be apart of them. 

I have been so fortunate to have an incredible Mother who has taught me so much about life without having to sit down and pound it into my head. Her words are so intelligent and beautiful filled with passion. It's inspiring having her in my life. She always tells me to do what I really want to do, whatever it is. The way she lives her life and has lived her life is the way I hope to live mine. She was adventurous( still is) passionate about what she wants, and makes it actually happen. One morning we spent together like many we do, we were reading the obituaries and we came across this woman who just passed. She had the most inspirational story about her life and how she lived it. She was just a poor woman working for nothing, living for everything, I wish I could find her story for you to read, its beautiful and I hope to be half the woman she was.

Her story just made it so clear how important it is to really do what you want to do, and that their isn't any limits to what you can do. If you truly desire it, you can make it happen. It seems so easy to say, but really it's almost that easy to do. We get so wrapped up in the idea that we just can't do it, it's too hard. If we're telling ourselves that we're convincing ourselves it is, and why would you want to limit yourself what you're capable of everything? 

It's a silly time to learn how to swim on the way down...

I'm sitting here before my short work day I have ahead of me, wondering if getting into my car and driving 15 minutes to work is really worth it? I'm trying to see everything as a learning and growing experience (which might I add is very hard) but, I think it's a choice how we are going to feel every day we wake up. A friend told me we put ourselves in this state of misery ourselves. I thought it was crazy talk, I mean I would never purposely wake up late, run into some cranky customers, and lose my keys. Then I stopped and thought about it, I can pick how I want to handle situations changing the outcome of how I see everything.We hold so much power that we don't even know how capable we are to make or break every situation down to the very small things we do. Wouldn't you want to be happy even when things aren't perfect? Man, I sure would. I think it's marvelous what sets our moods as people. For some, it's a simple hello from a stranger, others is a good pot of coffee in the morning. Myself? well that's an easy one. Music.

I can honestly say that music is something that I have grown with. It's inspiring with its different sounds coming together to make one great one. Words written with stories and ideas behind every word, great minds putting their passion and time to make your emotions go wild. Words really can't explain it, it's a feeling within. The way Carole King decided to change the history of music by talking about the unspeakable desires of men and women on the radio with her powerhouse of a voice, or Joni Mitchell taking you along her journey of life and decisions made, you can hear her sadness in every word as if you were sitting right next to her and she was talking to you, or the forever loved and admired Beatles who will win over hearts with their harmonies and endless genius for minds. I am a just a virgin to all the incredible musicians that are out there and I'm constantly amazed how much music moves.

a little chatter for your ears.

I'm going to go ahead and skip over the part where I tell you "hello" and introduce myself, letting you know my favorite color and television series. I find myself logging everything in my head and needing  a spot just for me to get those fingers moving and relieving my mind of the heavy thoughts it carries daily. So, here is my attempt at blogging, don't make too much fun.

I could tell you my daily story of routines I go through, but really it will only bore you as much as it does me. Eat, Sleep, Repeat almost sounds more exciting. Maybe I'm being a little harsh but the working week can play a tole on you. Don't get me wrong I'm not moving mountains or making decisions that could change our daily lives, I just make Coffee. It's those early mornings where its just you and  well, you awake.

But to be fair it's not the most challenging thing I've ever done, actually anyone could really do it if they wanted to. But enough about work let's talk about more important things like music.....my car....dreams....yeah, important things.

this is the part where I rant about the things I'm super passionate about and you get to read about it. exciting stuff I would say.

I think I'm going to like this.