I my last post I complained about bad service, I referenced the bar that I frequent on Fridays for my week end libations. Well I was back there on Friday and I believe I made my point. The waitress was pleasant and attentive which made our visit and in doing so earned herself a $20 tip, thus reaffirming my faith in good service good tip.

In a industry that makes it living in tips I can’t believe the bad service I have had over the last two weeks in bars. Now I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t talking from experience but I spent my time in the food and beverage industry as a waiter and a bartender so I speak from a bit of past knowledge. What the fuck, are they hiring mentally challanged waitresses these day or what? You know the ‘mentally handicapped’ take more pride in what they do, than the servers I have had over the past while. It’s a hard job and it’s not for everyone, if you can’t do it be true to yourself and get the hell out. There are other jobs and there are people who can get me my beer before my mouth is so dry that I could light a match on my tongue, just by touching it. We as a group regularly go out for drinks on Fridays, I collect the money and pay the bill. I am quite generous in the tip, because:

1 I was in the business

2 I tip well for good service, I know where they make there money

I was in a bar where I regularly have the waitress say to me ” Are you sure you want to leave this as a tip?” where I left only 3 dollars on a 100 dollar tab. This night when I was out I honestly thought of leaving asking for 20 cents back on a $3.75 beer, and I only gave the waitress $4.00, but I am much to mellow for that….well unless this continues then watch out.

It’s been a little over a month now and I am getting used to living by myself. It still is a bit unusual since I have been with someone for such a long time. I am getting used to, things will only get done if I do them, I kinda like  that. I don’t see my boys as often as I would like, since they are grown and have lives of there own, things to do and girls to chase and so on. I have to remember to make a extra effort to call them more often. Things change and it takes a little while to get used to those changes, but I’m getting used to it.

I tend to talk and talk, but sometimes what I say is not what I want to come out of my mouth. Why can’t we be telepaths, wouldn’t that make things easier. I mean we would need to be able to keep or thoughts private, but when we wanted to express ourselves letting someone look directly into your thoughts would alleviate any misunderstandings or at least allow them to see your intention. Sometimes the words roll off the tongue before the brain has had a chance to edit them. Maybe thats the answer, we should have a edit button.  Then you’d have a way to remove the stupid shit that you say, well atleast I would.

Change

Is this right

Clouded thoughts

Unsure paths

Wonder and worry

New

One week back and things are starting to get back to normal. I think that after this week I should be caught up on the things that I was trying to do since I returned from RTG. Now is the time I have to get ready for my staff meeting, the Christmas meeting and then the Christmas party, which I am to play Santa Claus as well as put on a demonstration. Once that is all done we should be in full swing for Christmas itself, I vow that I will go into and come out of Christmas as I did last year.  No one will spoil my Christmas this year either, if your grouchy then it’s your problem not mine.

Holy hell, I’ve only been gone a week. How is it possible that there is so much damn work to catch up on. I mean it’s not like I do everything in the department, but omg there is so much to do.

I just got back on Friday night from a week in Whistler on our annual RTG conference. It was a great week with a amazing finish. I was totaly surprised when I won the Sales Award for the year,  it was even more surprising when shortly after that I won the Computer Manager of the Year Award. The whole night turned into something that borders on the sureal. Part of it, before I was drinking, is a blur just from the increadable amount of adrenaline that was pulsing through my body. It was a amazing night and I hope that sometime I will get to do it again.

Those of you who deem this worthy of a read might at some time think this is about you, pbbbt its about me I am writing about me me me. I have spent my time worrying about you, all of you any of you and not about me. In my search to find out who I was and who I want to be I find myself realizing that I need to worry about myself, and let others worry about themselves. Your all old enough to look after yourselves and I am needing to look after myself.

I was lucky enough to go to the October 3rd Rider home game, Gerald had a spare free ticket and asked me to come along. We left early on game day and went to meet John in Regina at a bar called Bushwakker Brewpub. It’s a nice little Scottish microbrewery that has a great tradition called ‘frikin fridays’ that happens on the first friday of the month, as it happens that’s when we were there. A frikin is a small keg that the brewmaster makes and is brought to the bar by the pipe and drum, (music I want to be carried out to btw). When the frikin is placed on the bar a volunteer then gets the honour of tapping the keg, this results in either a large spray of beer or a trickle depending on the amount of carbonation in the frikin. After enjoying that part of the day we then set out to the game, which by some great foresight by Gerald was only a couple of blocks from the bar. There is nothing like watching the Riders win with 30k of your closest friends, thats the nice thing about a home game especially one that you win, everyone is everyones friend. Aside from a few who over indulged, but that happens all the time. All in all it was a great day and a great game, were back were we need to be.

GO RIDERS GO!!!   Rough Rough RIDDDERS!!!!