College makes me frazzled.

I’m back!

Physically anyways. My mental state is very questionable at the moment. I will be out of commission for the next few weeks due to an internship at Rodeo Austin (hooray!!) so I’m a tad frazzled trying to get a boat-load of stuff done [and this blog post is me procrastinating all of the nonsense important papers I need to write].

So, I don’t know about any of you, but I often feel like my planner is part of my soul; if anything ever happened to it I would probably die drop into a psychotic state. I neeed to have it with me at all times.

It’s a place for me to jot down all of my crazy to-do lists.

[[Not to sound too crazy, but earlier I did some homework that hadn’t been written down in my planner. To make myself feel accomplished I wrote it down and then immediately scratched it off.]]

That’s a totally normal thing to do. I’m pretty sure that it is also hereditary, Mom.

Anyways…

February shouldn’t be busy. At least I don’t think so. Personally, I’ve always considered it a slow month. The holidays are over, spring is approaching, la la la.

Negatory.

When taking a little looksie at the month it seems relatively Ok…

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And then we get to the “week at a glance”.

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I’m too young for this.

And then I come to the sad realization – I’m not all that young anymore. My knees pop when I climb the stairs, I take a multivitamin and I wake up before the sun to watch the news.

To console myself, I often like to tell myself that I’m not old – I’m just a nerd. A big nerd at that. And this is just one of my few, but fabulous nerdy quirks.

But what can I say? I like to get my sheeet done. And promptly. And absolutely perfectly.

Hopefully this craziness will prepare me for the big world. I’m in the process of searching for a job and it’s one of the most frustrating things ever. 

Just a small side note for all you business owners and corporate people:

[How do you expect me to have both a bachelor’s of science AND at least 3 to 5 years experience? I don’t think so.]

Personally, I would think that someone fresh out of college would be a better candidate for a job than someone who does have experience.

If someone has no experience then it’s like they are a fresh slate – they have nothing to compare to their responsibilities. If you get someone who has been working out in the real world they are not going to adapt to a new way of doing something as easily.

This thought makes perfect sense to me and for those of you who have doubts, well, just keep them to yourselves. I’m trying to make myself feel better.

 

Along with all of this other hoopla, the fact that I will be leaving for a “Month-Long-European-Excursion” in 72 days does not help. I’m way too excited for this.

Can you blame me?? I’ll be traveling around Europe for 19 days doing whatever it is the Europeans do! I shouldn’t be expected to focus on anything else, right?

Pluss, after May 11 I will be an official graduate of Texas A&M University with a Bachelor’s of Science in Agriculture Communication and Journalism. [That’s more of a mouthful than I previously remember…].

This makes me smile. It makes me genuinely feel all warm inside to know that in just three years I made it happen. And I never even had any sort of mental breakdown through any of it….[not huge ones anyways].

Well if this wasn’t a bunch of rambling than I don’t know what is.

I may be back next week. Maybe. There’s a teeny chance.

Bye:)

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s Monday…again

I’d like to dedicate today’s post to all the losers out there like me.

Now, take notice – I don’t say “loser” with low self-esteem. I’m generally a very confident person. However, the enormous amount of awkward that the good Lord decided to instill in me often prevails and creates sort of a “loser status” – which is what I am referring to today. I’ve adjusted to this and accepted it. Sort of “taken it with a grain of salt the whole salt shaker”.

I’ve never been all that hooked on reality television, but I’ve always been positive that my life would be very suited for my own show. Just because when I tell people of the things that happen on a daily basis people seldom believe me. Weird and embarrassing things just happen to me more often than not.

I’m not complaining. These things keep life interesting and ever-changing. I’m just venting to whomever chooses to read my page. 🙂

And so we begin…

I woke up this morning [late] to the lovely odor of cat poop. [My 3GS is a piece and the alarm failed to go off for the second day in a row]. Anyways. Jellybean, the love of my life [whom I saved from Craigslist and immediately spayed ~you’re welcome, Bob Barker~] has taken up the habit of greeting me in the mornings with a nice turd on my rug in the bathroom. This has become an awful habit of hers and I can’t figure out why. I have cleaned her litter box, rearranged it’s location, took off the lid, put the lid back on, and finally just picked up the rugs. I don’t know what to do and needless to say her fluffy face does me in when I attempt to “yell” at her. So if any of you out there know how to train a cat [who has never before had a problem like this] please, please, puhhleeeease let me know. Thanks.

I then proceeded to go to class. In the rain. Wanna know something crazy? I wore a white t-shirt today. Yes. Wanna know something else? I haven’t owned an umbrella since my freshman year of college. Wanna know why? I bought one and the first day I used it the wind blew hard enough to bend it inside out and pull me in a backwards motion. This was a very scarring moment for me and I just can’t seem to fork over the 14 bucks to go through all that again.

As I walk into class late, I hand my teacher the note she had previously requested so excuse me from my upcoming internship in March so that I could get all of my assignments from her [she didn’t have them ready]. Boo.

I leave school and head back to the house only to see the lawn guys have gotten grass all over my bathroom rugs. I consider speaking with them, but conveniently enough, “no habla engles”. 

I head over to a coffee shop to do my homework and it begins pouring down rain. We need it so I just try to be grateful and go ahead and give my mommy one of the 5 daily phone calls she usually receives.

When the rain finally stops [20 minutes later] I go inside only to very obviously hit my head on a huuge lamp shade while trying to plug in my laptop. It shakes and hits the wall and of course this was not done quietly.

This next happening was not embarrissing, but just funny so I had to add it to the list: I get a text message from my mom with a picture she had secretly taken of the guy who delivers our hay [who is 30, but still smokin hot as ever] essentially suggesting that I marry him. Not that I would mind, except for the fact that he’s in a relationship. But not to worry, she has a plan! Dear ol’ Nana is going to trip him with her cane to distract him while putting my number in his back pocket. She won’t get in trouble for this because “nobody will care because she’s an old lady.” Haha. Brightened my day fosho.

That’s it for the day. I’d like to mention that it’s only 1:35 p.m., so there is plenty of time for more to happen. As an added bonus, I work tonight so I will most likely have one of those moments previously mentioned in last week’s post.

Again, I’m not complaining. Or not intending to complain at least. I’m just venting about the weird/embarrassing/awkward stuff that happens in my daily life. I am also procrastinating on my homework. But what’s new:)

I know my life is wonderful and when stuff like this happens I usually end up laughing at myself anyways. I also call my mom and tell her about it and she laughs too. So this makes it better.

When weird things happen to me around cool kids and I feel like crawling under a rock I like to think of this one particular bible verse, so I thought I’d share:)

“Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.” Jerimiah 17: 7-8

I could be interpreting this wrong, but to me this just means that weird things happen to me for a reason and I have to trust it’s just the Lord building my character. That may not make sense to anybody else, but to me it does. [My brain works in crazy ways sometimes.]

 

Have a good, and unawkward Monday!

 

Love, 
Kyla

 

The Waitress

Hi. My name is Kyla. And I’m a waitress in a college town.

So go ahead and say anything you want to me. Because I’ve probably heard it.

For my one dedicated reader I do have (shout-out to Mommy!) and to the few scragglers that may come across my lovely page, I’d like to go over some simple restaurant etiquette. 

“What?” you may ask. “I do not know this etiquette you speak of.”

Of course you don’t. Nobody does – unless they have waited tables themselves.

So, lucky for you I am going to share what really goes on in your waitress’ head. Well, almost. (Your probably don’t want to know what really goes on in your server’s head if you want me to be completely honest.) But I’ll give a general idea…

1. We get paid $2.15 an hour. Not minimum wage. So LEAVE TIPS. And when I say LEAVE TIPS I don’t mean leave $4.00 for a $60 full course meal. At least twenty percent is a good rule to follow; we really are relying on you for our income!

2. We don’t set prices/rules/policies for the restaurant. We just work there. So don’t get mad at us and not leave a tip when we charge you for extra things you ask for! We’re just doing our job.

3. Don’t ask us where your food is. We don’t cook it.

4. When we say, “Is there anything else I can get for you?” the reply “A sack of hundred dollar bills!” is not the right answer. It’s not funny. Really.

5. Don’t flag us down to place your order and then not be ready. We have  A LOT to take care of and standing at your table while you browse the menu doesn’t do anything to help anybody’s situation. Ultimately, it slows down YOUR food because we get backed up with our other tables.

6.Don’t ask for a to-go box and then not use it.

7. Leave tips! Oh wait, did I already say that? But seriously, we remember the non-tipper’s faces.

8.When the restaurant is clearly closed for the evening and the staff is ready to go it’s ok to hurry up and finish your meal and leave. I promise it is. Just go. Please.

9. Ok, so this is a biggie: Pick-up lines. A few every now and then can be cute and flattering but c’mon guys. At least use GOOD ones! Here’s a little example of THE WORST one I’ve ever heard: “Wanna know how you’re like my pinky toe? You’re little, cute and I’m gonna bang you on the coffee table at the end of the night.” Excuuuuuse me while I throw-up.

10. And finally. If you are with a big group of people, have a little patience. This especially goes for busy days (football games, etc). If you don’t want to wait for good food then GOOOO AWAYYYY!

People are seriously ridiculous and you can never plan for anything because nothing ever happens as expected. You just have to go with it and hope they’re good tippers!

Well, that’s my rant for the evening. My heart is seriously beating hard because these things really do happen more than they should. People are gonna be how they’re gonna be. I get this. But I am grateful that I do have my job because it has toughened me up. Fosho.

And it’s not all bad; there are just as many good people as there are bad and it’s definitely refreshing. Some people just have that nice demeanor about them and it’s appreciated.

 

Ok, I’m done.

 

Love,

Kyla