That being said, I understand how much it means to know someone cares. And if you are at all feeling like you need to talk to someone, and feel comfortable doing so, you can always feel free to contact me. By whatever means. I would be more than happy to hear you out and let you know you aren't alone. I have had a saving grace of my own for the last while. She knows who she is, and how grateful I am that she's been there. And I hope that if someone does need to vent or whatever, don't hesitate. You are never alone.
So an interesting turn of events in my life led me to California. And not shitty LA, either. A city thats warm. A place where the beer flows like wine. Where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano. San Francisco. Outside of going through phases of being homesick and missing someone a lot, it's an absolute dream to be where I am at. I know there are several typical white girls who want to travel, who would kill me and take my place in a heart beat. Shit, they wouldn't even take second thought to it. But I am working at a restaurant out here and basically taking some time to figure out who Jake is, and what Jake wants. Some agree with me doing this, others think its a bit frivolous (Sorry mom) regardless, I am happy where I am, with my best friend on the planet doing all the weird shit you're imagining we are (No homo, you sickos)
Having said that, working in a restaurant is really trying. I am the kind of customer who walks into a store knowing full well what I am after. I don't need someone to show me around or point me in the right direction. I am the same way at restaurants. I don't wanna talk to my waiter, I don't need suggestions, I know what I like, so leave me alone. Which I am sure embarrasses my date. And my issue is, I treat customers that way. I don't talk to them, ask them where they're from or what they're doing here. I ask if they want more water or cheese on the food they ordered. That's it.
The other night I was really hurting. I just wanted to go home to my parents house and watch Home Alone with my dad. On top of that, I was busting my ass running up and down the stairs. There was a table of 5 people that came into my section, and the man of the table was the representative for Anchor Stream, a beer company the restaurant uses. So, we needed to treat them well, and have good service. So my first visit to the table, I took water and had sweat pouring down my face. It gets really hot upstairs. So they began to joke with me and ask me how I was, what my name was etc. So I got to chatting with them and they were all very nice. Anyway, they finish their meal, and the rep's wife comes up to me and gives me a huge hug. She then says "I really like you Jake. Our service was exceptional, and the food was great. You are great!" And not to rip anything off, but my heart grew a few sizes that day.
I don't know of many people who don't appreciate the kindness of others. Yet, kindness is such an unafforded commodity. It seems so scarce. Which is a conundrum to me. I feel like if you know how good it feels to be complimented or treated well, you would pass along the favor. Yet, people are still assholes and treat one another poorly.
I guess that could be cause of someone being a dick to you, so you are a dick in return to everyone else. I just feel like that's so easy and cheap to feel that way. Can you imagine how cool the world would be if everyone did at least 2 nice things a day for someone? Whatever that is. Opening doors, saying yes to a date, throwing someone else's trash in the proper receptacle, whatever. I just feel like the world could use more nice people. So, do everyone a favor and be nice. Say nice things, don't be brash, don't retaliate to those who cross you, and only start a fist fight if A) They insult your mom B) They insult your significant other C) They insult your family or D) They hit first.
I don't really know what else I have to say. I just feel like you should be nice, and only be cynical online.
