There is a frustrating disconnect in the way people give advice and how they receive it, particularly the guidance of our own logic.  We know exactly what we ought to do in any given situation, yet we promptly disregard the healthier side of our conscience to pursue something a little more thrilling.  We spend our whole lives shaping our value system with the good advice of friends, family, and other respected voices, only to knock it to the ground when we most need it.  We're all funny like that.  I'm funny like that, and I really hate it when I ought to know better, but proceed aimlessly.  And I start to forget where I even wanted to be in the first place.  I think that's the point I'm at right now.  I'm starting to get a little lost.  And to be honest, I'm too ashamed to ask for any more directions, since I haven't been taking them to heart.  

It seems that I get tangled in these kinds of thoughts a little over a week before my period begins (cover your ears, boys...).  Some like to call this "PMS," a sweet, little acronym for a not-so-sweet condition, however true its existence may be.  Stay tuned for next month's web of thoughts...same time, same place.

A little something special for my followers/stalkers/friends/etc.

Well, I imagine that the people who happen to read this blog are good friends of mine, even though they are probably very few.  And hey, that's okay.  I don't actually make much of an effort to "advertise" this blog, anyway.  I suppose I would if I had a lot more to say, and had the time to say it.  And also if I were an a lot cooler person, in general.  Alas, I am swamped with things to work on/complete/initiate/pout about/etc.  Really guys, you have absolutely no idea.  My life has been bouncing around at a steady rhythm lately, and regardless of the occasional anxieties it causes me, I feel good about where I am.  Honestly.  But it's also hard to explain my current feelings about where I'm at and where I'm headed.  I guess I'm beginning to mull over things a little less, and I'm starting to find some comfort in uncertainty.  It's pretty liberating.  I've even started doing work that I'm quite proud of.  I'm learning more tricks of my glorious trade, and it's getting me pretty psyched about what I might concoct later on.  Muahahaha!

I would go into more precise detail about my excitement, but my little black journal is getting jealous of this blog.  There's nothing it likes more than the emotional rambling that my friends would shun.  And yes, you can thank it later.

Now for the fun, unimportant news of my life that makes for witty story-telling, however un-witty it ends up being.  (Sorry, in advance for that disappointed look on your face...)

I think my awesome coworkers and I broke records the other day for "Best Raking-in of Tips"...ever!  Well, it all starts with this guy who comes in looking for a wallet that he thought he'd left behind.  Sure enough, one of us had found it on an outside table, just as some customers were about to sit down at it.  Being the ethical people we are at my workplace, it was promptly brought inside to our safe, and kept for his return.  The guy was so stoked that we didn't take any money, and were able to find it that he offers the girl who found it $20 cash.  And being the ethical (and AWESOME) person she is, she insists that he just leave the money in our tips.  Of course after this, we have to eyeball the tip jar every 5 seconds, #1, to make sure nobody lays a finger on the $20 bill; and #2, to drool over it in disbelief.  

Here's the thing, kids.  There are many days that we don't make quite $20 in tips for the entire day!  Not that I am encouraging the giving of $20 tips for a cup of coffee; well, unless it was just that good.  So then, 2 guys roll in with an 6 or 7 drink order for their workplace, and drop in a $5 bill.  Sometimes, we're lucky if multiple-drink-order customers know we accept tips!  Then this guy comes in for a hot tea, which typically costs less than $2 per cup.  And what happens?  The dude drops $2 into the tip jar, right before my eyes.  A miracle.  But wait, a half hour goes by, and dude has finished his hot tea, and comes back for his refill, which costs less than $1.  Another tip would be completely too kind, and unnecessary.  Wha--is that another $2 I see falling gently into the tip jar?  YES, yes it is, my friends.  We are on fucking fire.  It was amazing.  And I'm sure there was the typical $5 or so and handfuls of change in there as well...ahhh, too good.