I wish that we, as a human race, could somehow make a big, executive decision to stop sugar coating, quit playing games, and just say things as they are. In our society, there is a plethora of unwritten rules and … Continue reading
Me: Hey dad, sorry to have to call you at work but I just need to talk to you for a second. Are you in the middle of something? Dad: (In his cheery tone as usual) Oh no, just in … Continue reading
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Today marks my two year anniversary as Registrar at a local college. For 730 days, I have been a “school official.” I remember the first time I had to sign an important document as Registrar. A coworker came to me … Continue reading
Last week I began my fourth online class towards my Humanities Degree. I have come to an important realization: I hate online classes.
In 2007 I enrolled in an online class in addition to my “real” classes and dropped it within two weeks. There is absolutely nothing that appeals to me about taking classes online. It is extremely frustrating because I love being a student and learning, I even like taking quizzes, tests, and pages of notes during a lecture! But online classes? They make me angry. From the past 3 classes that I have taken and received A’s in, I could not tell you ONE thing I learned. Hell, I don’t even remember the names of two of them. They blow by and are neither stimulating or satisfying.
I hate logging into my virtual classroom and seeing that the professor has posted the same exact feedback for 30 different posts made by my classmates. I hate that when I have a question about a certain topic I cannot simply raise my hand and ask, I have to post it to a discussion forum. It may be 4 days before I get an answer to my question, and by then the assignment is already over with. I hate blowing through chapters of an online textbook and never really understanding any of the topics we discuss. I hate wasting my time and money on courses that are going towards a degree that I have no idea what I’m going to do with.
I miss sitting in a real classroom, having real interaction with classmates. I want to find a way to make this happen again. In one of my last counseling sessions with Ken, he gave me a surprising 20-minute lecture. He told me that he was amazed at how far I had grown emotionally and how my perspective had changed. He also said that my biggest source of anxiety and frustration in life is going to be with my schooling and future career choice. He could not have been more right. Today I realized that these online classes make me so miserable, there is no way I can continue to do this for the next few years in order to finish a seemingly pointless degree. I need to discuss my options with Isaac and see what we can come up with because this is not working anymore.
For a brief moment I thought “I should have just stayed in school and finished my degree. I would have graduated 3 years ago!!!!” Sure, that was an option. But if I had chosen that route? I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to work with dolphins, meet my future husband, move to this city that I love so much, and somehow fall into my current job. Nothing would be the same. So for that, I am thankful. I am just feeling a little confused as to what to do now. The question what do you want to be when you grow up keeps ringing in my ears. I AM grown up, so what do I want to be?
For me, the hardest part about waitressing is the wind down after a shift. After a 15-hour workday I would love to come home, shower, and pass out immediately. My body is begging for sleep, but my brain is still scrambling for a pen, memorizing orders, fighting with chefs, and sucking up to guests. I have found blogging to be helpful in relaxing my brain and encouraging sleep. Yes, my readers may suffer as the ramblings of an exhausted woman can’t be thrilling to read, but oh well. Here you have it. A 12:30 AM post after the gruesome inhalation of chicken tacos. 12AM Courtney thought tacos would be a great idea. I can’t wait to see what 8am Courtney has to say about that.
Anyway, back to the point of this post.
At work tonight I was taking orders at my first table of the evening (4 men in their 40′s) and the last man to order looked a little anxious. I asked what he would be having for dinner and he sighed “well, I’m going to be a difficult one. You see, I have a really really severe allergy to dairy” and before he could finish his sentence I said “oh, I’m anaphylactic to egg, I’ve got you covered.” Immediately his worried expression dissipated and he grinned from ear to ear. “You had me at anaphylactic”, he beamed. We then joked about our epi-pens (always close by) and I helped him decide what to get for dinner.
YES!!!! I get really excited when I have customers with food allergies because I can relate. I know how stressful going out to eat is, even more so if you have a server whose intelligence isn’t something to write home about. People without food allergies don’t usually have to put their lives in the hands of someone who may or may not have just been snorting coke in the bathroom with the dishwasher.
I love to wait on anxious allergy people because I have the power and ability to give them a worry-free dinner. I become the type of server that I DREAM of having when I go out to eat (barely ever happens). For example, earlier tonight upon setting down each course, I assured the man that not only was his dish dairy free, but there was no cross contamination. I knew this because I watched the chef make the dish and had multiple discussions with him about how cross contamination could kill my customer. The look of relief and gratefulness in the man’s eyes was touching. He said “my wife is going to be so happy that you are taking care of me, she gets so worried when I go out.” I can relate.
We chatted more about life as a food allergy sufferer, but I won’t go into the details. I found myself grateful that I worked tonight just so I could wait on this table and give a fellow allergy sufferer some peace of mind. It’s funny, the man and I instantly bonded over our allergies. We knew what the other person had been through, and will continue to go through. I guarantee that if I had sat down with him, we could have shared “war stories” for hours. He would have loved my “egg white in my martini on my birthday leading to an ER visit” story.
The man’s dinner ended with a sincere “thank you” and a 25% tip. It beats a trip to the emergency room any day.
I have had it. I am so tired of listening to people constantly complain about work, school, the weather, politics, their significant other, or any of the other issues that are apparently causing extreme and debilitating unhappiness. Yes, I realize … Continue reading
Shopping. Shopping for clothes is the way to ruin the most beautiful of days. The sun can be shining, the birds chirping, my hair looking red carpet worthy, and none of it matters. As soon as I step into a … Continue reading
I have finally done it. I have completely paid off all of my credit card debt and it feels…amazing. On August 2nd, 2011, my checking account was negative $52.00, my savings non-existent, and my credit card debt totaled almost $6,000. … Continue reading