There's an app for that

This is a test of sorts. I'm currently writing this on my iTouch. I dunno, call me tech-savvy.

So, work sucked tonight (Sunday). We were slow and I made no money. Last night, however, was a different story. I had this table towards the end of the night whose bill was $16 and some change. I'm in the alley cleaning up when I see that they're about to leave. I go up to wish them a good night and such and I start to count their money as they leave. Guess what? There's nine bucks left on the table.

Naturally, I try to catch up with them, but they're walking quickly. I say loudly, "Hey, guys" to get their attention and they walk faster. I get to them before they are out the door and inform them of their "mistake." Dude ends up giving me enough money to cover the rest of the bill and an acceptable tip. Thanks, pal, I didn't realize that our prices were only suggestions.

My last table of the night is a one-top. To be fair, I have no clue who this dude is and wouldn't know it if I ran into him tomorrow. But I felt bad for the guy; not because he was by himself, that happens all the time. I felt bad because he looked so sad. Maybe he was sad because he had me for a server, I don't know. I do know that I saw a lot of myself in him. It was like I saw myself in five, maybe ten, years.

Again, I don't know this man. He might have been fine, but I know that I don't want to become what I saw him to be (no offense, sir, if you happen to read this). I have the next three days off. In that time I intend to do two things: clean my room (highly unlikely) and start making a plan to get my act together.

Oh, and one more thing. If I have one more person look at the sides listing in out menu and order "smashed potatoes" when it clearly says "MASHED potatoes" I'm going to scream and/or slap a bitch.

New beginnings?

I haven't blogged in a very long time. I've wanted to, but a combination of having no time and the fact that I really don't use MySpace (where I used to blog) anymore have kinda gotten in the way. But I feel the time is right to start blogging on a regular basis. (And, yes, I did just use some form of the word "blog" three times in three sentences.)

I decided to resume my hobby here for two reasons. One, as mentioned earlier, I no longer have a need for MySpace. It's silly to continue to use something for only one aspect. It's like having an iPhone only because it has a weather application.

I also wanted to use this blog again because it has a pretty sweet name. I had to maintain this blog for a few journalism classes I took at SC/BU (now BUS). I'll admit, most of these entries are half-assed (sorry, Doc, if you happen to read this). You may ask yourself, "Why doesn't he just delete those posts and start anew?"

OK, really, you're gonna use the word "anew"? Who says that? Besides, I don't like deleting most things. Unless, of course, they're potentially damaging to yourself or others.

All right, it's time for bed. I'm making a stand here and now that I'll do this more often (because, you know, it's fun). That said, I've made said stand before and abandoned it a few days later.