I will never understand the stupidity of the general public.

Seriously, customers are the bane of my existence.
Their stupidity, and sheer lack of respect for the people serving their food just astounds me.
I mean, HELLO, we are serving your food, you should be a little nicer. You never know WHAT we could be doing to it. Although I've never done anything to someone's food, I know of people who have, and I've always had the temptation. Don't push me over the edge, because one day, I might give into the temptation.

And when we say we can't give you something, it means we are not allowed, and we don't want to risk getting yelled at by giving it to you. The more you demand it, the more we don't want to give it to you anyway.

So, old lady, when I say I can't give you a tray for inventory reasons, I can't give you the freaking tray. Don't keep demanding it. Your friend has one because the meal she ordered belongs in that tray. Your hot dog belongs in the sleeve that I gave it to you in. Get over it, and appreciate what you're given. If you're worried about spilling on your pants, TAKE A FEW EXTRA NAPKINS, UNFOLD THEM, AND LAY THEM ACROSS YOUR LAP. You don't need to worry about appearances, because you'll be in a dark theatre, and people will be paying attention to the movie. Not you, and your hot dog.

This place is wearing me down, I swear.

I tend to give my blog entries titles that have nothing to do with the entry itself. You will get used to this.

Since starting this, I have had nothing extraordinary happen to me. And by 'extraordinary', I mean nothing unlucky. I mean I have not comedically fallen. I haven't accidentally flooded the back area at work, I haven't burnt myself, or cut myself while chopping onions. I have nothing to write about!
I feel like some shitstorm is brewing, and it's coming my way. It's a little scary, actually.

So, brace yourselves. Tomorrow is Friday. Fridays for me are the worst. But they will be the best for shitstorms. =)

Also, don't you hate it when a smell just lingers on your clothing? A smell that reminds you of a comfort you will never get back? I do.

An introduction to life as I know it...

I wouldn't say my life is terrible, because it's not. My life is interesting. Interesting in the way that whatever could go wrong, usually does. And it's hilarious when it does. I may not always find it hilarious, but other people seem to get a kick out of it.
So, I thought, why not document these happenings? Why not show whoever happens to stumble across this blog (however that may happen...) how I see my life? It's got to be entertaining for someone, and it's a good release for me.

And if you think I am exaggerating about this, I assure you I am not.
When I came home from England (my entire time there was a failure in itself, but that story is MUCH too long...), I was sick, feverish, and fainting. I could not keep anything down. My baggage was overweight, and I didn't have enough money to pay for it. I was so sick that I had to be escorted by the flight attendants to the gate where I needed to be, and my seat was between two big men. Yay me! My plane was delayed by 2 hours, and I had a comfortable sleep on my flip-down table...until the lady in front of me decided to lean her chair back, crushing me 20 minutes into my slumber. It was horrific. Many more terrible things happened to me, but it would take ages for me to even type. But at least I got home safe. At least my plane didn't crash in the Atlantic... right?

Anyways, this is the introductory entry. This is where I tell you that if you want to laugh at someone's life, it might as well be mine, I will update as much as possible, even if I only have one reader. Because this is for my benefit as well.
I hope I have more than just one reader though, I hope many people are intrigued by the Girl in the Purple Hat's life.
I'd like to think I would be, if I weren't me.