I Quit

This week Mom and I decided to quit WW, so this morning we went in to tell them our decision and ask them how.  It was a simple phone call.

We have been loosing and gaining the same five pounds for the past six months or so because we haven't really been doing the program.  It's because of work and school and life.  Probably a lack of not trying hard enough too, at least on my part.

The hardest thing about it, for me, was feeling like we were breaking off from the people who work there.  One of the ladies that I talk to all of the time gave me her business card with her home number and email address.  She told me she loved me and made me promise that I wouldn't beat myself up about quiting.

I'm planning on keeping in touch with her; already found her on facebook.

This blog's purpose is now going to be just the ramblings of my head and stories I find worth sharing from work.

Sometimes It's so Hard to Hold my Tongue

As they were changing out my register with the opening cashier's yesterday afternoon, a customer came up to complain to my general manager about something.  I was over at the register by the door to keep the line going through, since I couldn't take care of customers on my register until my drawer of money was in it.

We weren't busy at the time and he was almost done, so I came to stand at the counter with the other cashier and see what the problem was.  That's when I noticed her tattoos.

Keep in mind that I have absolutely no problem with tattoos in general.  I plan on having a few myself and Kevin already has his first.  My problem was with what this woman had inked into her skin.

There was a swastika on each of her shoulders.  On each of her arms from her shoulder down in large print was printed the words "Almighty Whitey," so that it could be read from left to right.

What I heard of the conversation was the lady telling my GM that it was more crowded then normal, he calmly told her that we were always that busy.  She told him that she was uncomfortable, that she had to take her sweater off.  Essentially, she was embarrassed of her apparent beliefs, of what she had done to herself.

After she had walked off, my GM said "Yes, I'm prejudice.  Against morons and hypocrites."

I agree, and it took a lot for me to not say anything to her.

Bit of a BlahBlah

I succeeded in what I wanted to do last week.  I tracked every day, and exercised most every day.  My weight did stay the same, but apparently that's normal and I feel that that's better than gaining weight. This week I didn't do as well though.  I had the ohmygoshit'sfallbreakgivemefood!!! syndrome.  I had this to the point that I hurt my belly on Thursday because I went back to eating the way I used to.  This reinforces the idea that WW is a lifestyle, not a diet, which they tell us often.  If I eat the way I did before I was trying to take care of my body, it gets confused and freaks out on me.

This is going to be slightly random and quite nerdy.  I've recently been concerned about the use of then versus than, probably because I've been using these words in much of my writing, both school and otherwise.

So, I decided to see what Grammar Girl had to say and though I love what she does, I had a hard time finding what I was looking for.  Then (see? there it is) I decided to pull up my favorite online dictionary and see if it would help at all.

Then:  1) At that time

           2) immediately or soon after

           3) next in order of time

           4) at the same time

           5) next in order of place

Than:  1) used, as after comparative adjectives and adverbs, to introduce the second member of an unequal comparison

           2) used after some adverbs and adjectives expressing choice or diversity...to introduce an alternative or denote a difference in kind, place, style.

If you stuck with me through my nerdy moment, I applaud you, go get yourself a cookie.

Going Crazy

Crazier than usual that is.  To anybody that cares, I apologize for not posting in a while, it seems that professors have decided to be extra difficult in the amounts of homework that they give out this semester.  Then again, this could be due to the fact that I have three English classes, two for my women's studies minor, and a self defense class.  All of which have been quite amazing.  I'm learning lots and having a good time doing it--when I'm not stressing over everything.

Today I have decided something.  I am actually going to try this week, not just say that I am going to, or I will wind up quiting WW after the week is done.  I've been putting too much money into it to not even be trying the program.  I woke up at 6:30 am every morning this week so that I could exercise, I'm in a self defense class in which I get a good amount of exercise, and I walk up and down the hill instead of taking the bus.  Yet I still gained 1 pound this week...

So, I'm going to try--No.  I'm not going to try, I'm going to do it because I know I can.

9-11-01

Ten years ago today, America was struck by something that sliced us all to the core.  When those towers in New York City fell, thousands of lives were lost and we suddenly realized that we aren't invincible.  Nearly everybody can remember exactly where they were or what they were doing on that day, when they found out what had happened.  I was in class and the day just stopped as our teachers told us what had happened.  When you're in elementary school, you can't entirely grasp what's happening in situations like this.  Many of us learned what terror and sorrow really were that day.

Where were you?

I heard this song on the way to class the other day, and I wanted to share it here.

I will never forget the lives that were lost and the brave men and women who fight and are still fighting to keep us safe.  My heart goes out to those left behind.

If I Die It's Because

I obviously didn't succeed on keeping any of my goals; except for the read friends' writing, I've done that at least a bit.  Hopefully I'll be able to post at least once a week now.

But school has started, so that will be harder than it should be.  I have six classes this semester, but I don't want to just let my blog fall to the wayside.  I have three English classes (fiction writing, world literature, and technology and writing [which is actually about blogging]), two women's studies classes (urban folklore and love and friendship), and my first PE course, women's self defense.

For the latter I signed a permission slip that said I was aware of the possible risks it listed and accepted them.  They talked about possible death at least three times.  So, if I die, it's because my partner, Sarah, and I did something stupid.  We met and decided to be partners in this class while exclaiming "what the Hell?!" over the permission slip.

This week has been a little rough, due in part to the fact that it is the first week back.  I need to get ready to leave for school, so I'm going to leave you with a piece of my creative work.  It's a writing exercise for my fiction class.  Kevin encouraged me to go with it and follow my heart on what I wanted to do with it.  The format looks kind of strange here, but if you'd be so kind, comments are lovely.

            Her hands rested on the curve of her stomach as she eyeballed her aunt’s damn cuckoo clock.  She’d obviously misjudged the older woman.

            “Cassandra,” her aunt smacked the table in front of her.

            “I’m listening.”

            “If you’d been listening you would’ve answered my question.”

            “If you’d been saying something interesting I would’ve listened.”

            “Do you want my help?”

            “Yes.”  Cassandra’s gaze settled on her belly before returning it to her aunt’s eyes.  “What was your question?”

            “How do you expect me to believe that you’re pregnant and—”

            “I expect you to trust me,” Cassandra said, then swallowed hard.

            Her aunt pushed her chair back from the table and started to clean the kitchen.

            “Are you dismissing me?”

            “There’s nothing to talk about if you’re only going to tell me fairytales.”

            Cassandra jerked up from her seat and left through the kitchen door, making sure that it slammed behind her.  The door of the car she slid into received an equal amount of abuse.

            “Went well then?” the driver said.

            “Don’t talk to me.”

            “That’s right.  I just drive the get away car; I’m not supposed to be able to talk.”

            Cassandra glowered out the window.  This jerk, her roommate and lifetime friend, was the one that everybody thought was the father of her unborn child.  She’d never even had sex…

LaLaLaLa

First of all, I came to the conclusion that I haven't been taking myself and my craft seriously.  I'm not just a cashier and frontline worker, I am a writer.  Despite this, it doesn't seem that I've been doing all that much writing, so I'm going to set myself some goals that you should hold me accountable for.  I will blog at least once a week, twice if my work schedule allows.  I will write one new poem, or edit a previously written one.  I will work on my newest novel project for at least an hour every day.  And I will read Maciena and Stephanie's work that they have both gifted me with.

I don't remember if I've talked about my little fish tank children yet, so I'll introduce you to them today because of our new addition.  A couple of weeks ago one of my glofish died, so on Tuesday we went to the pet store and found the person we were looking for, Carrie.  With her help, Mom and I got a Julii Cory Catfish (Kitty) to join my remaining glofish (Pinky) and my aquatic frog (Sminth).

So yesterday was my sixth day at work in a row, which I am not used to so I was slightly zombified.  Since it was a Thursday, I was honestly expecting a slow night.  Instead, BG experienced a freak thunderstorm that sent the city into chaos.  Most of the electricity (including half of the mall's and nearly everything on our side of the bridge) was out.  Two or threes planes at our small local air port were literally flipped over and their were trees and power lines down everywhere.  The stop lights on our main road were out and reduced to mayhem producing stop signs.

The buffet where I work was one of the only functioning restaurants left.  After the storm quiet, we got slammed.  The only way that we were affected by the power outage (other then the large number of hungry people)  was that our electricity flickered on and off at the beginning of the storm.  This made my credit card machine go extra slow and act up a bit.  Oh, our phone wouldn't stop ringing either with "do you have electricity? are you open?"

I'm glad that I wasn't out in that storm, and that, as far as I know, everybody is ok.

I'll have to share with you the book that I just finished next time because it was quite amazing.  Last night I started reading "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett and am planning on seeing that movie.  I didn't listen to music this time, I've watching "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives" with Momma and texting Kevin (who is coming home tomorrow!!!).

Don't Let Soap in Your Eye

Can you tell that titles aren't my forte?  Sometimes I feel like titling as Emily Dickinson's poetry is, with the first line of the poem.  When it comes to my poetry and fiction writing, I often ask other people for help or ideas because I'm not sure what to do.

This title actually pertains to something that happened today.  While scrubbing my head in the shower, a glop of shampoo fell on my closed eyeball.  It was closed, so Huzzah! we will simply wipe it off with the towel.  But me being me, I wound up somehow grinding it further into my eyeball resulting in panicked pained me.

Two other exciting events of the day: I finished cleaning! and Momma and I went to the movies.  We saw Zookeeper, which was hilarious.  I think we literally laughed through the entirety of it.

Something that I thought of that I have yet to do here is babble about books, so I'm going to make a
listy:

J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter

Anne Bishop's Black Jewels Series

Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, anything by him really

Jane Austen, anything she has written

You must read these.  Harry Potter, and thus, Rowling, has been a huge part of the lives of many people around the world.  There are many people, such as those in my generation, who literally grew up with these books and latter the movies.  Rowling has finished writing this particular series (I hope she never stops writing) and at midnight, the movies will be done.  This fact marks the end of something grand, yes, above greatness.  I hope that someday I will be able to write with even an iota of her brilliance.

The first book in this series of Anne Bishop's (Daughter of the Blood) was found at the Book Rack, a store of second hand books here in BG.  When I finally got around to reading it (I possess a frighteningly large collection of books, but that's for another entry I think) I instantly fell in love.  If I remember correctly, I started reading these books last year, and last month finished the series.  I think that there wound up being at least ten books, I'll have to look and let you know in future entries.  I've bought the first book in one of her Tir Alainn series as well, Pillars of the World because I'm so mystified by her writing.

Tolkien and Austen are both literary geniuses as well, though they aren't contemporary and might be something different for you to read because of this.  They are both fabulous and favorites of mine.  I think that it's important as readers and/or writers to experience both the new and the old that is offered to us in the vast world of literature.

Reading: "Seaborn" by Chris Howard and "Interview with the Vampire" by Anne Rice

Happy Anniversary Kevin <3

Interesting People

It's only natural that you'll meet some interesting characters and have interesting experiences when you work directly with people.

On Monday night, one of our customers made her way to our bathrooms.  (Her baby is due in September). At some point her water broke in the restroom, so one of my managers called 911.  The family apparently wasn't even from here because the grandma and woman's three kids had to attempt to follow the ambulance to get to the hospital.

An interesting person that I met was on Saturday night (I think).  He came in maybe a couple of hours before close, so we were fairly slow at this point.  After explaining our take out system, he informed me that some other restaurant does it better.  (At dinner time, take out equals one normal sized take out box to stuff as much as you can along with a separate box that we put two rolls in for you for $9).  I apologized and told him that that was what we had.

He proceeded to circle our buffet, which always makes me nervous.  So I stood leaning against my counter making sure that all he was doing was looking.  I forgot to mention that my stomach was also rebelling the amount of delicious greasy new items I had decided to try that evening.  He finally comes back to me and informs me that we only have four varieties of shrimp when we claim to have it five way.  This lead to him following me around the hot bars as I showed him the FIVE varieties of shrimp.

Customer finally decides that he's going to eat in instead of getting carry out.  Latter, he finds me and tells me that all of the steak is well done and that it's been sitting there for a while.  I inform the man taking care of the hot bar and he tells me to tell Customer that he needs to let his server know how he wants his steak cooked and he or she will get it made that way for him.  At Customer's table, I explain this to him.  He replies that the steak needs to be completely replaced and if I sat there and watched with him, I'd see how people picked over it and how long it'd been sitting there.  Then he tells me that it's OK because I "did the best that I could."

I finally gave up and told my manager that I didn't feel good, so she let me sit for a little while before telling me to try to get customers and sit down in between.  During one of the moments while I'm sitting (and folding crayon pockets at this point because I don't like being unproductive) he flags me over after talking to one of my managers.  She left so that I could talk to Customer.

He proceeds to tell me that he was write about the steak; he told my manager and she apparently yelled at the hot bar people about it.  I apologized and nodded my head in reply to his blahblahblah.  Then he put a dollar on the counter to tip me with and told me that it was OK since I was "still learning."  I thanked him for his kindness and refrained from informing him that I'd been there for nearly a year and felt crappy at that point in time so didn't particularly care.

I returned to my crayon folding and soda water and crackers (which one of the servers had made me because it was a trick he'd learned when he started).

This post is taking longer then normal, as you can probably tell by the number of songs I've listened to, because talking to one of my best friends, Maciena, and trying to clean as well.  I understand the need for some organization, but I believe in that organization being full of masterful chaos!  But, no, that would make the world and life even more difficult.  It's important to be actually able to find things.

I took Grandma out for lunch and some bumming around at the mall today after somehow managing to sleep till 9:30.  That rarely happens.  Dinner of leftovers with Momma and Cafe Life playing on facebook with her.  Got a week and a half till Kevin comes home.

Currently Reading: "The Body Artist" by Don DeLillo
Listening to: "Wait for You" by Elliot Yamin, "The Edge of Glory" by Lady Gaga, "Someday" by Nickleback, "Ain't no Mountain High Enough" by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell, "Crash into Me" by Dave Matthews Band, "Hungery Eyes" by Eric Carmen, "Heaven" by DJ Sammy, "My Last" by Big Sean, "If Everyone Cared" by Nickleback, "SexyBack" by Justin Timberlake, "What was I Thinkin'" by Dierks Bentley, "More Than Words" by Extreme

Class and Other Things

I haven't posted in a while, and it's more due to laziness then business.

We're over a month into summer vacation, and it doesn't feel like it's been that long for some reason.  Kevin's been gone to South Carolina with his dad and that side of the his family for four weeks now and will be back in another two.  I've also been in a summer class for those past four weeks.  I discovered one of my fish at the bottom of my little aquarium one day when I came home.

And I'm writing again.  It's such a glorious feeling to play with words.

The class that ended, literally today, was a summer fiction writing workshop that resulted in three new short stories, new friendships, and a renewed drive to write.  Robert Olmstead (http://www.robertolmsteadbooks.com/) was our guest author and we had an intimate class of ten students.  He introduced us to seven novellas (though we only touched on 6 of them) by Ernest Hemingway, Jim Harrison, Elise Blackwell, Margarite Duras, Lorri Moore, Don DeLillo, and Berry Hannah.

I wrote "Train Banshee," "Fish," and "A Tale of Love" while being blown away by the talent and advice of the other writers.  We were restricted to 2,000 +/- 100 words per story, which is a lot harder then I thought it would be.  I never knew how many "likes" and "hads" I used until he told us to ctrl find them.  I'm so glad I took it; it's one of those once in a life time opportunities.  Thank you Dr. McCaffrey (www.iwillnotdiet.com) for suggesting it!

Currently Pleasure Reading: "Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?" by Lorrie Moore
Currently Listening to: "Promiscuous" by Nelly Furtado, and "You Got it Bad" by Usher. Pandora mix

"Muse"

First of all, I lost .8lbs this week for a total of 5.6lbs.  This means that I recieved my very first 5lb sticker and am uber excited!  A family friend told me that he could tell I had lost some weight at church last week.  My boyfriend loves me no matter what size I am (my goodness he's wonderful!) and I've had some friends ask me why I'm doing WW.  I'm doing this for me.  I want to be healthier.

In the writing world, we often talk about our "Muse" and how she or he or they inspire us in our writing.  Personally, I have more then one supposed "Muse."  My God, my family, my boyfriend, my friends, and the beautiful world around me.

I have had a bit of a writer's block for quite some time now.  Just last week, I started writing poetry again and I am phyched!  One of my problems has been that I don't have that much time, and I still don't.  But now I'm making time.  Whenever and wherever I have an idea, I write it down; don't tell my professors....

One way that I really know that my creative "Muse" has seeped its way back into my veins is when I start writing love poetry.  I started a love poem last night.  These are, naturally, for K; although, he hasn't seen all of them.  There are some poems that will never be seen by anyone else's eyes but my own because they are way too sappy.

A poem that I wrote the day before the day before is one that I actually like (I rarely like my own work) but am very unsure of at the same time.  This is the first time that I have used profanity in one of my works; it isn't something that I use in my life.  "Savage Beast," this poem I created, simply felt as if it called for foul language.  And I gave it what it desired.

Never stop writing...

Pie

I lost 1 pd at WW this week, which is really odd considering how stressed I've been.  When I'm stressed, I eat more.  I also didn't track as well as I normally do, so am going to work on it this week.  In the meeting this morning we talked about how there's always a rainbow.  It's not just about loosing weight; for some people it's about feeling healthier, being able to put on an item of clothing/jewelry that they haven't worn in years.  For others it was being able to look down and see their feet again, or painting their toe nails without getting out of breath.  Personaly, my rainbow is feeling healthier and being able to excercise for longer and harder than I have been in the past.  But I also have rainbows outside of WW.  My family, my boyfriend, my friends, my church family, the ability to write, and my job.  What's your rainbow?

My job is pretty amazing.  I work with a group of wonderful people who are sometimes as crazy as I am.  My managers, coworkers, and I create a large dysfunctional family.  Naturally, there's drama.  Sometimes the ideal team work scenario doesn't work out and people tempers run high.  Someone tells me she thinks that a certain group of people at work are lazy, and then another person from that group walks by after person A asked me to help her with something.  Person B informs me that A is lazy.

Don't you love being in the middle of things?

I also love my customers, especially my regulars.  The ones that have actually learned how to pronounce my name and get happy when they see me.  Who make a point of having an actual conversation with me.  There's one couple that used to come in all of the time, and I'm starting to get worried because I haven't seen them in months.  Another couple that comes in, the wife delivers papers every day, and the husband did the driving for her after she had surgery.  One couple I saw last night brought their son and his new girlfriend with them.  The son informed me that he was excited at how well his parents were getting along with his new girlfriend; I talked to the wife about her spoiled dogs; the husband teasingly flirted with me as always; and on their way out they told me about his upcoming heart surgery.  There's an older man that comes in with his friends all of the time, who has informed me about a book that I must read; he keeps forgetting to bring me the promised copy.  One of our server's relatives comes in and calls me "Trouble" all of the time.  A couple of ladies that are always there--and I think that they're related to one of the managers--often bring in pies for the managers.  They gave me a pie last night.  And the kids that come in all of the time, they're wonderful.  I've been hugged my a couple of the little ones, and bought girl scout cookies from one of them.  I helped sing our Happy Birthday song to a little girl who had just turned one last night.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm bursting with stories, but they aren't all mine to tell.  I'm not that talkative most of the time, but I love listening.  I carry the stories of many different customers and coworkers with me, and they will stay with me out of love.

I do love my job.  No, it isn't my dream job, and I honestly never intended to work in food.  But it's amazing, and I'm so blessed to be able to have this experience.

At work they call me....

Baby (i'm called this by my managers, coworkers, and customers. apparently, they (my wonderful work family) have adopted me)

Honey

Sweetie (i get this one a lot from the customers)

Hun (this is meant to be the shortened version of "honey," but i'm not really quite sure how to spell it. what i have here looks more like Attila the hun to me.)

Darlin'

Love (by one of the servers)

The Cashier

SeannaBanana (brought on by one of my managers. is sometimes shortened as Banana. this shortened version is brought on by not just my manager, but by me as well. as in <insertname> called somebody else ___banana and i go "but i'm the banana!")

Various other cashier's names (when somebody has a brain fizzle and forgets my name)

Serena (<insertname>, one of our servers, has been forgetting my name and calling me this)

Cielo (this means ceiling in Spanish. <insertname> said Que Paso? [What's up?] so i said ceiling. thus insued a long winded back and forth about what i was saying until one of the servers, who has been taught "dish-boy Spanish" helped out. Que Paso guy now calls me Cielo.)

Girlie

Sister

Sis' (these two come from one of our managers referring to one of the girls on frontline as my sister. we've been calling each other this ever since.)

Seanna (yes, some people do actually use my name. but there are also those who miss-pronounce it as in "Sea-anna." this does at least provide for some conversation while i'm ringing people up.)

To be continued....maybe...if i can think of/encouter some more....

Ma'am

Sweetness

Gorgeous (one of my regulars came in last night with his wife and son and informed me that he couldn't come in without flirting with me while his wife rolled her eyes at him, and that old guys needed to flirt with young people.)

SugerPieHoneyBunch (by one of the female servers, song was stuck in my head for the rest of the evening)

Smiles

Sweetheart

Mamacita

Gangster in Spanish (i can't remember how to say it, and can't find it either)


Maddy (another one of the servers can't remember my name, but for some reason, we agreed that she would call me this.

BusFriend

This morning at WW lost 1.2 pds despite the fact that I started my period (sorry if is TMI) and ate out a couple of times this week.  I started this blog earlier in the week and haven't had the time to finish it until now.  I hope that it isn't too much of a rant.

There is a woman who I have been talking to this semester while waiting for the bus.  I know that I could walk to places, but there is an alternative lot, which is some distance away from campus and I'm not walking all the way down the hill to get there.  Anyways, we had a rather interesting conversation today that I wanted to share.

She is very sweet and we enjoy talking about school, especially one of the teachers we share (who I recently discovered has Dr. Jekyll, Mr. Hyde syndrome).  My bus friend's personality is one that very much enjoys talking and if you know me you'll understand why it overpowers mine.  I spend the majority of our conversations nodding my head with random little insertions into the conversation, but I don't mind.  Today, I had a bit more to say while she was talking about her son and his girlfriend, who she doesn't like, and her nephew's girlfriend, who she also doesn't like.

I could understand at first why BusFriend didn't like his girlfriend because she was mean to her son and giving him the cold shoulder for a while--they're fine now.  But then she started talking about how her son would take forever to meet up with her so that the two of them could go home after their classes.  BusFriend told me that he would come out of Cherry, and then five minutes later she would.  And she's not stupid, she knows what they're carrying on and doing that's causing delays.

Likewise she doesn't like it when the two go out on a date for hours and hours.  Because, again, she knows what they're doing.

"Not necessarily...."

"Well, you know how--"

"My boyfriend and I haven't; we're saving that for marriage."

"Well, you're unique you know."

"..."

"You are, you're very unique. Is he very religious?"

"...we're both Christians." religious? and why did you use it so incredulously? I don't think I like this word; it has too many dark connotations. Christianity is believing that everyone has sinned and are doomed to go to Hell. That the only way out of that end is Christ's love, is the belief that He came in human form and died for our sins.

"Now you're the type of girl I'd want my son looking at. You'd make a good couple!"

"I'm not single."

"Well, I meant if you were. How long have you been together?"

"Three years next month."

"What?! That's way too long! You need to dump him and date new people! You need to get out there, one person isn't enough."

"I love my boyfriend, and we're planning on getting married after college." I'm blessed to have already found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. Why on earth would I want to date other people?!

"Well, just wait until after college.  If you don't, use protection. Start taking the pill or something. Then again that doesn't always work; our protection broke! That's how I wound up forty-one and in college."

"Mmmm...."

Let's just say I was extra happy when the bus came that day... But at least it makes me think.  I mean, does everybody think that, if you have a significant other, you immediately and constantly hop into bed with them?  That I can't spend the day with my boyfriend and not have sex?  That you shouldn't keep your significant other for a long period of time, instead getting rid of them as soon as you can so that you can find new people and get in bed with them instead?

Current Pleasure Reading: still Umberto Eco's book
Current School Reading: Dante's "Inferno"
Currently listening to: "Lookin' for a Good Time" by Lady-A, "Closer" by Ne-Yo, "Colors of the Wind" by Marilyn Brynes, "Your Love" by Emma Burgess
To-Do Listy: Still scary, will hopefully be better after Tuesday

My Journey

This past semester has been the most stressful one so far, and it, along with life, has made it very difficult for me to find time to write. I think that this blog will be a way to help me get some writing in at least once a week.  I'm going to try to post every saturday when I get home from my Weight Watchers meeting and breakfast at Subway-both with my momma.


I joined WW two weeks ago and Mom joined the week before.  Duirng my first week, I lost 3 lbs, but this week I gained .4 lbs.  My struggles with this are eating out, soft drinks at work, trying to find healthy choices on campus, and the fact that I work at a buffet and therefore eat there three days a week.


At work last night, I fell on my butt... It was more embarrassing and amusing then painful.  I only had ten minutes to get the garbage together, so I was running around like a spaz and didn't see the rice that had spilled in the kitchen.


On Wednesday night, I had to shut down frontline on top of cleaning the bathrooms, which is the cashier's responsibility.  Frontline is where our customers get their drinks when they first come in, so there's a lot of cleaning involved.  Besides that, when you work on frontline you have to run back to the dishroom to get plates and trays-both have to be checked by you-and more cups and coffee mugs.  It took me an hour and a half to do all of this because I had to keep running back to the register to take care of my customers.  I also pulled something in my back because I was stupid and picked up a tea urn when I didn't realize that it was quite that heavy.


Am missing my K.  Normally, I don't get to seem him until Sunday after we have lunch together on campus on Friday, and it's the same this week.  But he left on an Ecology field trip on yesterday and won't be back until sometime tomorrow.  I know that it's the same amount of time, it's just a bigger distance and feels different somehow.


Current Pleasure Reading: "The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana" by Umberto Eco
Current School Reading: "The Arthurian Romances" by Chretian (for Medieval Literature)
Currently listening to: "Love Don't Live Here" by Lady A and "On the Floor" by JLo and "Adorn" by Thad Fiscella (on Pandora Radio; I have a random mix going)
To Do Listy: Scary