Oh the beauty of a spaceship ride.

Yesterday at work was really lame. I made one mistake and instead of constructive criticism, I got a condescending tone and tisks of the tongue (which I loathe, by the way). I will be the first to admit that I made a mistake. I should have double checked, but I really was just trying to be helpful. When I asked in a polite tone "Please don't have an attitude with me," person was all on the defensive. I have learned that people only get defensive if they have nothing to hide.

Today, however, was a completely different story. I liked all of the other servers, I was super organized and motivated, and we rocked that party out. Really, I have never seen us work so efficiently that we were done before the people had even completely left the room. Team work is really a good thing, but the problem is people don't work as a team EVER. Especially not where I work. Because everybody's got some crab up their ass that's got them pinched. Rumors are flying everywhere n shit. Idk, I think I need a new job. Ugh, I hate starting new jobs and then I gotta work all hard again. But I guess I'm already working my tail off so might as well go somewhere people aren't out to get me. I've never worked with a staff that is like this. Maybe it's the damn southerners (god love 'em). And they practically refuse to recycle! Bitches...

I am in a fantastic mood.

Hello all. Sorry for the length between my posts, but without a working keyboard typing is really a bitch.

I have been thinking a lot lately about good people, and what the definition of a good person is. I realized there really isn't one distinct definition. There are so many different ways to be good. I do wrong things all the time, I'm well aware that I'm far from perfect. However, I still consider myself a good person. I try to look out of others and have their backs. Giving to others makes me life more well rounded. And I really believe in Karma. (And stoner's karma for that matter). I started putting any pennies I get in the "leave a penny" jar, or I give them to my aunt. I swear good things have come to be ever since then. Not anything overly drastic, but little good things to make my day better. But then I know others that aren't necessarily givers, but they're good people all the same. I guess they're givers just in unconventional ways. But then there are those people that claim to be givers, when really they're so surrounded by themselves they couldn't give someone a handshake if they wanted to. I can't stand those type of people. That are so flippin' high on their horses that they think everyone owes them something! I mean come on, with all the bad things in our world, not getting you're convertible isn't the end of life as you know it. It all comes down to give a little, take a little. Everyone just needs to find the balance...