I work as a waitress in a small restraunt that doesn't get much business. Most the the regulars are 80+ years old and have been going there for years, even they are starting to drift away. I wonder what will happen when they finally get fed up with it and leave all together, I wont be around to find out.
Today an old man I recognise as one of the regulars stopped by. He asked me where everyone was, I said it's not very busy on sundays. (though it's not very busy most day, though breakfast and lunch are ok dinner is pretty much dead most days) He said other then church where else would people go on sunday? I said alot of people just like to stay home and relax on sundays. (When I got home and told my mom about it she mentioned it's also thanksgiving tomorrow so alot of people would be staying home because of that as well) He told me that it used to be busy here but they raised the prices too high and the coffee makes him feel sick, he drinks tea even though he doesn't like it because it's warm. Before he left he said he was going to go over the the McDonalds across the road to see if people were over there instead. It's cheap there so I wouldn't be surprised. I also like their hamburgers better then ours because I think our's don't tastle like anything much.
But to say how dead it was, I served 7 customers in 4 hours and made and entire 40 cents in tips. Oh people are so generous these days I have to say! The one person who I know always leaves a tip either didn't or the waitress who came in for the second shift stole it while cleaning the table because I don't remember cleaning his table. I think option #2 is most likey.

Also while I was working I drew two little pictures and coloured them with the crayons we have for he kids.

after drawing that one I desied to draw a mermaid since i wanted to draw some green skin.


Sad Little restraunt will be continued in another post I am sure.

A lady I work with offered to pick me up and drive me to work when we open together. So she wont have to worry about having the person she opens with be late or just not show up. (happens quite a bit where I work) She has driven me twice now today what the second day. When we got the the store the outside set of doors was unlocked and the other inside door was still locked. She rang the bell over and over still no one came so I starte reading my book because I left off at a good spot before she picked me up and I was eager to see what happenes next. She finally came in and called down to have some one open the door for us. She started to talk to me while I was reading then got angry i guess because I didn't respond to her.  Then she yells at me saying I am rude plus I never said thank you for the rides she gives me. Luckly the guy came to open the door soon after so I wasn't trapped in a small box filled with her anger. I walked away quietly as she turned the anger to the man who opened the door for us.
So while it was completley dead I wrote her this note:
I am not good at talking, my words come out better on paper. They can come out the way I want them to because I can think about it first.
My memory isn't the best. I know you don't know what I think so I'll tell you know. I forget simple things like saying thank you. I tell myself to remember but then I forget to remind myself. Sorry I didn't say thank you for the rides but I am gratefull. I will find my own way to work from now on so you wont have to deal with my rudeness.
I am not sure exactly why you were mad, if it was because I didn't look at you when you were talkinf or because I didn't reply, but you found it rude. I am sorry but I myself find it rude to inturupt someone while they are reading, which I was doing first before you started talking to me. So I wasn't the only one being rude, you see. I don't only find it rude to inturupt people while they are reading but while talking to others and other things that involve a train of thought.
This again is just my own opinion but I believe that if you want someone to stop being rude to youit is not the best thingk to be rude while you are explaining to them how they were rude to you. Becausethough there are many rude and ungratefull people in this world, most people who are rude do not mean to be that way.

So all day she was giving me attitude and being nice to the other person who came in. By the time I was leaving she was being nicer to me. Took her a while to cool down I guess. But I gave her that note before I left and said happy thanksgiving. (Canadian thanksgiving is tomorow) Which I thought later was kind of funny considering what the letter to her.

Two ladies sat opposite each other on the bus, the one on the left has impaired site so she has her dog with her to guide her. He was the fastest, laziest lab I have seen, and he just lay at the feet of his charge, not noticing the other passenger on the bus like he was trained to do.
The lady on the right had shoulder length, graying brown hair, folds of skin at her neck. She had just been shopping and only had one bag to show for it. There was no room for the bag on her lap because her large person took up most of it. She kept looking at the seat beside her, muttering unhappily to herself and glancing at the fat lab angrily. She did not want to put her bag down on the seat beside her in case the fat lazy lab decided to snatch it up and eat the contents.
With the bus less then half full, anyone watching her would wonder why she just doesn't move to a different seat of the bus, most likely she was unwilling to give up the seat she routinely sit on every time she rides the bus. Reluctantly she finally changed her seat to the isle seat behind the lady with the dog, giving the window seat to her bag.

The wall was made of stone, of every colour a stone came in, pinks, grays, dirty whites and bluey-black like the midnight sky. The stones were beautiful themselves but were veined with cement that was slowly consuming them. It was a wall of a courtyard of a building which was a prison 150 years ago.
Two crows perch on top it flying down the the parking lot that spans it's one side, the rummage through the garbage that had fallen from someones car, then fly back up with a tid bit of something it's beak. Flying away it torments the ghosts the ling, bound forever in those walls.
The building of the prison it's self was made of beautiful pink, clay brown and grey stones, delicately veined that did not overcome the stone but left the prison more beautiful then any prison should ever have been.
A small section of the courtyard now a beautiful garden with a well like fountain in the middle. A sign just outside the walls tells of how three murders had been hung and buried there hundreds of years ago.

I had a dream the other night, one of those ones that makes you feel weird and unsure inside every time you think about it.
It was only a second long and contained only one word, that was my name.  I remember it more clearly then any other i have in a long time. I remember it when i remember no others, maybe because it woke me. It was not startling but it startled me. Her soul touched mine or maybe it was mine that touched hers, after reaching out for so long. I finally touched it. It makes me feel sad inside like when I see here eye looking so sad and alone. All she had to do was say my name and I knew at once it was her, but it was only a dream.