moving along

so things seem to be just moving along a lot.
you know how sometimes some people (including me) just kind of think that life is just standing still? well that is very much the opposite of right now.
i feel like i'm on a train that is moving along, but for once i'm the conductor.

it kind of seems like a lot of other people are moving along too. lots of things are happening everywhere, and every day you hear something new.
i guess things are always moving along,
but sometimes it's just really obvious,
and sometimes not.

they suckered me in.

so today i bought a straightener from one of those mall kiosks. the ones where the sales people don't leave you alone...
i kind of wanted to get one because my sister wants one for christmas. but i had already bought her a present, so i didn't really know if i wanted one but i figured i'd let them loose on their sales skills.

so they're really good at what they do.

it's funny too, because the lady was telling me how this particular straightener does not damage your hair, and it makes it so silky smooth. while i was staring at her hair, which looked incredibly damaged to me...
i mean there are many reasons why someones hair could be damaged but yeah i just thought that was kind of funny haha

but yeah i do know that those kinds are really nice, and it's the thing my sister wanted too i guess it's worth it anyway.
i was able to get it for a lot cheaper than the original price, which of course was a "special deal" only for me... :)

i need to let this out somewhere.

There is a little walkway before you reach the restrooms in my restaurant.
like you know how some places have a door, and then a little room that lets you take a little walk while you double take at two more doors and decide which one is designated for your gender? (side note, this process is especially difficult at my particular restaurant because "man" and "woman" are written in italian. i have seen many confused customers.)

well anyway that little walk is always really uncomfortable to me. not just because sometimes i can feel people watching me to see which door i go into before they make their decision, but because it smells like food. and i guess that might be excusable for a restaurant, i don't really know, but i can tell you it's not a pleasant trip. when my brain puts together "food" and "restroom", i think digested food, or partially digested food going back up, or food that is causing bloating and bodily gases.
i feel like a public restroom should smell like vanilla or lavender, or at the very least handsoap or pinesol.

not only is this delicious smell in our restrooms, but it is in the dining room too. Every day when i walk people back i hear the same four phrases, and at least one or two of the following from each table:

- it's freezing!
- it smells great in here!
- can we sit over there instead?
- it's too dark in here.

sometimes i get all four.

and three of those i'm used to and can deal with. two of them i actually agree with. but one of them makes me nauseous, because when people tell me it smells good in here it reminds me that it smells bad in here.

i wonder if i'm the only one that thinks this.

poem of a complicated day: a true story

sometimes you just have those days
where everything is complicated.
you wake up to your phone ringing
and your sister is home sick.

you learn you have more things to do
before the week is over.
your bank account is being screwy,
everything's redick.

there is a little time frame
of unnecessary drama
or am i just too laid back? you ponder
as eating a licorice stick.

you gather everyone to watch a movie
to calm the day down some.
no one else agrees on "Frankenstein"
but you can't stand "White Chicks".

movie idea tossed aside,
you decide to take a nap.
again, awaken by the phone
this better be a real person and not a telemarketer.

you get the news, the car's still gone
you might be late to work
with forty minutes and a stressed manager
you need a backup, quick.

finally everything figured out
actually happy to be working
there are poinsettias all around the room
and you're thinking of saint nick.

your favorite holiday is almost here
and this day is almost over
you get to sleep in tomorrow morning
your manager wasn't a dick

you are sitting in a comfy chair
you are typing up your day
you are happy here, just full of yogurt
and hearing your clock tick.