One Pushup, Two Pushups, Ah! I Give Up!

I think I made mention of the fact that I was going to start going to a gym for exercise in my last post.  Well, I had my first day on Saturday and I know I’ve got a ways to go.  First of all, I haven’t trained in years.  I was a teenager when I began training with a Vietnam veteran, ex-paratrooper.  The sessions were three times a week for ninety minutes and we worked hard.

The training lasted for two and a half years and then the attention shifted to my younger sister since she was playing basketball.  I petered off the training after that and then I graduated and just started working.  I had no drive to exercise so I really didn’t.

Now, years later, I am tired of my sister’s taunts and I do want to get some muscle definition, so I went in.  I was stupid and hadn’t eaten anything before I went in (I also had a little too much to drink last night [story for another time]) and I felt nauseous and light headed, but we took it easy and slow.  He had me on the bike for a time, we did kettle bells, pushups on raised boxes, squats, and so on.  I definitely regretted not eating, but guzzled my water as fast as I could to make up for it.  He liked that my form had not suffered from years of disuse.  He gave me some tips and offered to be my trainer should I choose to be trained.

As of right now, I am ‘determined’ to go twice a week, once after class on Wednesdays (between that and my other job), and once on Saturday after tutoring (radiology is no joke).  However, I guess I could also go in on Mondays after class and between my doctors.  Just so the effect might be faster.  Also, I am contemplating protein powder in shakes and such.  Otherwise, I’m not changing my diet.  After all, I only weigh a little over 110 soaking wet.  I just want to build a little muscle and maybe put on a few extra pounds and we shall see.  Ah!  I pulled one of the many muscles in my body!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Prairie Dog Poppers

I know what you’re thinking.  You’re looking at the picture and the title and wondering, “What could this be about?”  Well, I can tell you it’s about funny little observations I’ve made while being a hostess, and most people do it.

Now, everyone hates to hear that there is a wait of any kind for a table.  They want to sit down right then and there and order their food and drink and eat immediately.  Nice, right?  Well, on Fridays and Saturdays at most establishments, you have to wait a few minutes.  Sometimes longer.  Don’t get all pissy about it.  Accept it as a fact of reality and life and you’ll find inner peace.  I’m kidding… but, seriously, shut up instead of winging about waiting.

Anyway, at my restaurant when I tell people to wait, I always scope the joint and see them looking around, as if them staring at desirable tables will somehow make them get up faster.  Hate to break it to you, but that isn’t going to happen.  We have a couch before our fireplace, and frequently I tell people to sit there while they wait to get them out of my hair.  A few minutes later, as I glance around, I’ll see somebody stand up and look around and maybe even point to a table.  You do realize that people can see you, right?  You’re not suddenly gifted with invisibility.  Reminds of the Cone of Silence from Get Smart.  We all know how that turned out.  They look silly and tables that are already seated and eating or talking, give them looks.  They pop up like prairie dogs and I have to chuckle.  I gave you a wait that was ex amount of time long.  And you’re already impatient five minutes in?  Gah!  The prairie dogs are on the loose!

In other words, when a hostess gives you a wait time and you sit down, don’t pop back up again to check on a table.  People will be judging you.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Don’t Throw the Gauntlet… Smack Em’ with It

So… some pretty stupid people crossed my path over the holidays and at school when I returned.  As per usual, it was equal parts amusing and annoying.  The Wednesday before Christmas wasn’t atrocious, but Friday and Saturday were a little crazy.  There seemed to be quite a few large, walk-in parties.  Nobody could be bothered to pick up the phone and check to see if we had room.

Oh, well!  I went on a wait, which I always start out a little high on just so I can gauge how long people will stay and camp out.  And of course, everybody and their mother (literally) has a problem with that.  It was getting late and I saw many parties walk in and ask for larger tables, or for tables to be pushed together in order to accommodate them.  Sometimes I could do that if the tables were in the same section, but I hated confusing the servers if the tables weren’t together.  Anyway, I filled up and went on my wait.  Close to 8:00 (and I was still buys), four people walked in: a middle-aged woman, two younger girls, and a younger man.  They asked me for a table and I told them what the wait was.  The middle-aged woman started giving me reasons why they needed a table… something about baking all day and being hungry, yada, yada, yada.  I repeated what the wait was.

Then, one of the girls asked, “What about that table next to you?”  This little table can be a part of my table where I work, but by itself, it’s a little two top.

“That’s a two top,” I said, stating the obvious.  The middle-aged woman then turned her beady eyes on my table.

“Can’t we join that and sit there?  I mean… do you need it?”  I looked down at my little, itty, bitty work station, which was covered in menus, special sheets, seating chart, and wait list.  It was literally covered in things and she wanted me to remove and find a magical place to put my stuff.  I glanced up at her, my face

2018: A New Year

Welcome back!  The old year has been rung out and the new year rung in.  Everybody has at least two nights of carousing and drunken partying under their belts and hangovers to boot.

I myself got a little tipsy, but nothing bad happened.  My younger sister and I were joking with each other and trying to eat dinner around a broken dishwasher.  Loads of fun!

But, on the side note, I’m hoping that 2018 will be better than 2017 for me.  2017 was the year I got scammed by some bastard and lost a lot of money, and I haven’t been really able to recover since.  With my schooling, I can’t work as many hours as I used to, and it has been difficult for me to get over the loss.  That is why I am hoping that 2018 is when I come out of the darkness.

I resolve to finish my school and get a job that pays well and make some money again.

I resolve to write as often as I can, and hope to bring some money in from that.

I resolve to try to enjoy the good moments in my life, and to bear up through the bad.

I resolve to be there for my siblings whenever they ask for my aid.

There!  Those are my resolutions for 2018.  I hope that you all have good resolutions, and when I say good resolutions, I mean good resolutions.  Not the typical, “I’ll lose that weight,” or “I’ll quit smoking”.  Resolve to do something that has real meaning to you, and not the usual BS.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Be Prepared! I Was Prepared!

Whenever I go to a convention, I dress to impress.  Quite frequently, I’m already thinking about the following year’s costumes.  When you’ve been dressing up as long as I have, you know how to create a system that works and gets me my costumes in a timely manner.

This year, I purchased my ticket for Tekko, 2018 already and I’ve taken a look at the costumes for next year.  I already decided to be Holo, the Wise Wolf one day; and Hela, the Goddess of Death another day.  I have an envelope on my desk with all I’m going to need written on the front of it, along with where I can get it and how much it costs.

I reached out to the person who makes most of my props (she made my Kid Loki Helmet, Loki’s scepter, and my gun) and she is going to make my Hela headdress and sword.  I am saving my money so that I can get my costumes probably starting in the middle of February to make sure that it has arrived and fits me before April.  Some people (my brother) say I’ve got all my ducks in a row way too early.  I don’t think so.  It’s always nice when you get your costume all together, and then you try it one when you think about the convention and get excited.  It breaks up the monotony of your day.  And that always puts a smile on my face.

And on that note, it’s been real!

You’re in the Friendzone Now!

Now, everyone knows the word ‘friendzone’ and it is the most feared word by men.  They never like to be told by a girl they think is cute that they’re ‘my best friend’.  That is the most feared phrase.  Guys honestly hate it more than just a straight up ‘no’.  Everyone makes jokes about the friendzone, and the picture that was selected for this post was chosen specifically for that purpose.

Now, I actually only really have one, true girl friend.  We met several years ago now, and have been buddies ever since.  We’ve bonded over anime and being big sisters and tons of other things.  Anyway, I actually have more guy friends than girl friends.  When Girl’s Day happens, there are only two people there.  When I hang out with my guy friends, I’m usually the only girl there.  That being said, I get a lot of attention and I’m used to it.  But, it’s also easy for me to see when I’m getting too much attention from any of them.  Thankfully, one of them is my brother, so I don’t have to worry about that.  However, the other guys were not related to me and I saw how they looked at me on occasion.  That, and my brother is terrible at keeping a secret.

He came to me to tell that a couple of our guy friends asked him ‘what my deal was’ and ‘if I was in a relationship’.  Those usual questions.  My brother told them the truth, and only encouraged one of them.  However, it’s been a while since I’ve been propositioned by one of my guy friends.  Until now.  Last week, I got a text from a friend of mine, whom I’ve had a falling out with.  He said we needed to hang out and I responded with, “Yeah, both my brother and I haven’t seen you.”  I don’t really feel comfortable hanging out with him by myself anymore.  So, he finally asked me if he could ask me a question (I know, I know).  I said he could and he asked if I could envision the two of us dating in the future.  I politely told him no.  Because I’ve met another guy, who did not start off in the friendzone, and he’s got his future more on track, and he’s also bigger than me (my friend isn’t).  It just didn’t feel right to me.  I’m sorry if he liked me in that manner and I didn’t like him, but at least I came out and said it instead of ignoring his efforts and constantly calling him a ‘friend’.

Truth hurts, like jumping on a bicycle without a seat, but it needs to be said.

And on that note, it’s been real!