Memories of the 1960's. Drinking from the garden hose, Playing outside till it was time for supper or it got dark-whichever came first. Box fans, heat rash, Church on Sunday and one family black & white television with 3 channels. Time passes and times sure have changed. Welcome to my world. Stories about growing up in Texas. New adventures and the struggle to remain relevant in the lives of my adult children.
Saturday, August 18, 2012
I was a waitress
Hope you are having a fun freaky Summer Friday night. My waitress career lasted 2 whole days. The first day, after the insane mind numbing lunch rush and cleaning up the carnage left behind afterward-I left an hour early. My back hurt, I was pooped, I was hot and sweaty and yucky and just done for the day. The 2nd day I was asked to leave- after the mind numbing rush and cleaning up the carnage left behind afterward. Well, that was fun and I can say I was a waitress-for 2 whole days. Now on to something else. Dum de dum de dum...what to do, what to do? There must be something out there I can do. I will have to think on this a bit. kisses
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