Working in the restaurant industry for nearly three years has taught me a few things. The first thing is that managers are conceited ass holes with a GED, second, customers think they OWN me, and third I learned that I may have sociopathic tendencies. Anyone who wants to learn about themselves, please go work at a restaurant, youll not only hate the customers but the people you work with too! Trust me its LOADS of fun. So your probably why I’m so passionate about this topic, so I will give you an example. A few weeks ago our restaurant went under some construction, this made it so ONE very specific table had wet paint on it and therefore we were unable to seat customers their. SO, I go to seat this middle aged couple and they look at the table with absolute disgust. You would have thought Tiger woods and one of his mistresses were scandalously dining there. So I awkwardly ask “Is this ok?” to which I get the notorious reply “Don’t you have something else? Its cold over here” hmmmm ok OFCOURSE, this is just your world that I live in. God fordbid you sit at a table that is probably the same EXACT tempiture as the rest of them. My irritated look sparks her creativity “How about that one over there!” conviently enough that’s the table I cannot seat under any circumstances. I reply ” Im sorry maam we actually arnt allowed…” She interrupts me with “This Is ridiculous you just don’t want me to eat! Your a liar!” She storms off and grabs her stunned husbands arm and leaves the resteraunt. My mouth is wide open because I don’t know who invited the bipolar crazy bitch to Outback. Outback should have a restraining order against people like her. At that exact moment I wanted to scream a million and ten things at once. But then I remembered I work at a restaurant and I cant expect even the smallest amount of respect. Just like when you go to McDonalds you just cant expect them to get your order right. Simple science. So my conclusion here is that three years ago I ignorantly volunteered myself to slavery and until I earn my bachelors I am my customers bitch.
Hi, my names Jordan and I’m an alleged procrastinator. On numerous occasions I find myself studying last minute or pulling an all nighter before a huge exam (Which has recently turned into more of a ritual). So finally admitting to myself that I have a procrastination problem, made me do what I do best: Google. I searched high and low about my problem, as if It were an actual disease; as it very well should be classified as. I clicked on every link that said something about my topic, making huge “oh no!” faces the whole time. I googled so intensely that Google indirectly diagnosed me with hypochondriacs disorder. *Sarcasm* for you dryly humored folks. I came across some very interesting information. Apparently I’m not the only idiot who procrastinates, actually everyone procrastinates. According to a survey of 101 Desales, 95 percent of college students procrastinate. Shocker, I thought all those wide eyed sticklers in my 8 am lectures had it all figured out. But according to this study its technically numerically impossible. Phew, that makes me feel a lot better. Don’t get me wrong I get great grades, but only because of my severe panic the day before something’s due. So procrastination had to be something more than just studying at the last possible minute, I thought to myself. I wondered, what It was doing to my actual health. Psychology today promotes the idea that, procrastination equals stress, and stress equals illness. Now this is simple math that is far from rocket science. BUT if your a true and dedicated procrastinator, chances are you wont go to the doctor, and subsequently become intensly ill. Most procrastinators problems don’t lie within the boring classroom, but rather in the doctors office. Procrastination turns into life long problems, such as; late stages in cancer, serious illness, and even death. SO my brilliant point here ladies and gentleman, is next time you say “I’ll just do it tomorrow”, think again, your grades wont be the only thing on the line.
Mother nature has a very brutal way of letting us know we are woman every month. A few days ago I was sitting in my writing class feeling unusually exhausted. I felt dizzy, tired, and weak. The idea came to me that I could have mono. I spent the next two days frantically googling about the symptoms involved with mono. Eventually I realized I was just a severe dumb ass, and it was only my period. I guess it just left my mind what a period was like, this month. Any who, this strange occurrence made me really realize how brutal a period really is. Most people.. cough cough!.. men!, don’t understand how physically paralyzing it really is to menstruate every month. Most woman become physically sick. I personally think its a curse, but others have their opinions too. (They don’t matter though;) ) I guess my point here is just, periods arnt even necessary. They ruin your entire week, make you bloated, a pizza face, and a complete bitch.
Why do I feel the way I don’t? Why are people constantly unfulfilled by life. it seems like the human race, including myself; are always missing something. Things like relationships, money, overall happiness, and success. I gain some rope, and I want even more. But when I get more I end up hanging myself. And what I’ve wanted for so long, is actually what I never wanted at all. So why is it that things are always missing? We live are whole lives waiting to achieve. So when is that moment when we decided we’ve got it all? I’ve always imagined that moment like this: Me at eighty years old, sitting on the front porch on a sunny day, while reading a book. My husband and I sitting side by side, rocking in our chairs. Sipping tea and smelling the fresh country air. Watching my beautiful grandchildren play in the yard. Suddenly I realize, I’ve accomplished everything I ever wanted. A wonderful husband, beautiful successful children and grandchildren, and most importantly beautiful memories. I’ll sit rocking, gazing, and remembering that time when we visited the rocky mountains as a family, that time I first fell in love with the boy from my home town, or how my mother used to make the best mashed potatos. So will my moment of realization really happen this way? What happens if I die young? what am I living for then? I guess the point of life is to desire an accomplishment; a goal. And then one day you will be able to feel the way you don’t now…absolute euphoric happiness.
People, lets move away from the idea that everyone should look, act, and think a certain way. Just say at the top of your lungs “I’m a dork!” or ” I’m weird!” or ” I’m secretly in love with Mileys music” (Even though its not considered socially acceptable) .. I stopped caring what others like and don’t like about me and just stick to what makes me happy, as weird as it may be. For example, in my psychology lecture my professor mentioned something about how we can actually trick our brain into being happy, just by smiling. So what do I do with the helpful information? Ok, I’ll tell you, calm down. A few days later as im driving home, I start to feel sad:(…and then I remembered! I whipped out that grin like nobody’s business. oddly enough, it was at a red light next to a man in his truck. We made the most awkward eye contact, and he looked a bit scared by my huge grin. That didn’t stop me though! He probably thought I was psychotic, but oh well. At least I was happy! Who needs therapy? Try it some time;)
ladies and gentleman, I now introduce to you… my first official post! hmmm… what to say? Lets start with my blog name. Interesting eh? Jordangerous? that’s right, its completely original. Mixing Jordan and dangerous into one awesome word. Some annoying kid I used to work with at Outback used to call me this wonderful name, and while forming my blog it just seemed to be perfect, almost like fait;) At least Mr. Annoying-Pants was good for something.