My heart has been heavy lately. Nothing serious, mind you. It's just one of those dips that anybody who does serious training would recognize in an instant. The little things are amplified a little bit. Damn you, Extreme Home Makeover! LOL...
My daughter had the opportunity recently to fall in with major restaurant company here in Atlanta. She has been graduated from college for over a year now, but has not had much luck landing a job. If you are going to work in the service industry, then this is the type of restaurant you want to work for.
Jess worked hard to help this company get their new store open. It's a fairly popular place. The first week, they were deluged with customers. They took advantage of her willingness to work hard. She closed, turned around and opened the next day. Came in when they called. They worked her so hard as a matter of fact that she got sick and was out six days. After she managed to get better, she took a planned and approved weekend off to see her grandmother. When she returned, she suddenly found herself, persona non grata.
After being treated badly, she left and starts a new job today. This whole episode saddens me. Bartenders and waitresses make $2.35 an hour, and unfortunately, they are treated as expendables. It really takes very little effort to replace them with the next warm body that walks through the door. If that doesn't merit approval, on to the next.
I encouraged Jess, indirectly through her mom, to stay and slug it out. You can't solve your problems by running from job to job. Yes! The restaurants also know that server's jobs are a dime a dozen. The respect, and lack there of, is a reciperocal thing. Sometimes, you have to stay and fight, to prove to yourself and others that you can beat their shit, and laugh.
Thus my facebook status for that moment: Wes does not support people who suck!
and with the thunder clouds rolling in my mind, an unsuspecting aquaintance pops some stuff up on facebook about Obama's recent trip to the G20 summit and Turkey. I won't go into details about what was said, but it piqued my curiosity enough to do my own research. What I found was that he was repeating a lot of rhetoric that was being posted on conservative blogs and news organizations.
Now, I don't know about you, but I don't like it when people make stuff up. The thought processes that got them from point A to point B had to look like the biggest hair ball in existence. They then go proselitizing it from the highest roof tops so that you and I can make the connection with a slash of our sword. They say it over and over again until they believe it to be the truth.
I don't care too much for the Democratic party, and I'm fairly neurtral on Obama. I will not, however, stand idly by and listen to a bunch of made up bullshit about anybody or anything. And then the kicker? I'm supposed to "thank a veteran" for fighting (and dying) for my rights.
Those of you who have actually strapped on combat boots gather round, and we will discuss.
It was funny how that conversation got deleted and reposted without my comments.
My friend, Marit, lamented on facebook the fact that her husband had to fly in at 1 AM (he's a Marine (booya!) pilot) then report back for duty at 8 AM. I commented that that "was nuthin". She deleted my comment. I think I pissed her off :-( It was probably the "hahahahaha" I put in front of it. Wo! I am on a roll!
Sometimes, I expect people that I have a relationship with, yes, even a virtual one, to just get me, and that's not really fair, is it? It is certainly not wise to assume that someone is going to know what I am thinking in one short sentence. This little incident has reminded me that facebook and my blog is not part of a contest. I am here primarily for me, and you second. If the "you" part doesn't work out all the time, that's OK. It's only fair.
I've got a lot more stuff I want to talk about, but it's time to end this bitch-fest. I woke up this morning to the howling wind, driving rain, and the crack of thunder. Through the noise, I heard the birds singing.
They were telling me, "It's going to be a beautiful day"...