Family
A Ode to Italian Food
A Ode to Italian Food, what a way to start this off. Much like the picture above, I thought my job working at a high end Italian restaurant was quite picturesque. I was making well above my monthly need and even made a friend along the way. You see this job wasn't your typical waitressing job. The owners of the restaurant were beyond unique, one of them having schizophrenia and the other being the only and final say on how things were to be run. All chaos would break loose the moment the words "the owners are on their way!" would be muttered. From my manager frantically screaming at us to do our side work even though it would be in the middle of dinner rush to the kitchen staff trying to ensure their lemon butter sauce didn't break in the five minutes it would take for said owners to interrogate the restaurant. We were also required to have our white shirts professionally dry cleaned which was not compensated for by the company and if you committed the sin of showing up to work with out your dry cleaners tag, off you went home until you could provide the needed evidence of such a transaction. The kitchen manager was also notorious for cussing out servers because little did we know but, he was having a affair with a server that could have been his daughter and his wife had found out and so his life had become quite chaotic at home. Of course, all of this was known to the general manager who did nothing about the issue. I was also told directly that my manager did not have faith in me to do my job after I have had 3 years of experience in the fine dining field, I looked unattractive and many other wonderful things that left me feeling totally appreciated for my efforts. After being cursed out by the kitchen manager on a busy Saturday for him thinking a entree was already sent out when it hadn't been and no correction, I put in my two week notice. I had been working there a year and was frankly over it. My manager had convinced me to stay saying all the sweet nothings I had longed so long to hear one of them being there was going to be a complete staff meeting where the owners were going to come and address the problems in the restaurant themselves. Hearing that it seemed like after all this time my manager actually maybe somewhat slightly cared about me, I agreed to stay. Flash forward to the highly hyped up meeting and the owners are a no show. My manager had read a script of things about uniform standards and job expectations and nothing of the promised words were mentioned. Keep in mind, I am just a string of 5 people that have left the restaurant within the month due to the way it was run. My next scheduled day, I decided I was going to stick it out for a week. I was on a private event and the money that goes with those was something I did not want to miss. I came in to get the event decorated with the needed plate ware and ordered myself a Margarita pizza. As I was eating, I was told there wasn't enough plates or silverware to set the room and that I would have to carry the plates back from a building across the property in beyond hot weather. I ate my pizza and walked out. Haven't looked back sense. Here's to you, Margarita pizza.
By kate1585 years ago in Confessions
The heart locket
Riley was walking down the street, and didn’t realize he was right across from her. What can she really do? She always felt defenseless and powerless. All she could think of was the day she was raped and that’s the last thing she wanted to think of. She didn’t want it to happen again. Then there he was covered in a pool of blood wanting you to come to him, but you kept running faster and faster. It felt like you couldn’t get away like more people were following you. Could it have been a dream?
By Ezra Colton 5 years ago in Confessions
I don't want kids
I just remember people mentioning that "I think you'll be a good mom when you grow up" while I was just playing with my Barbie dolls. Looking back doesn't make a lot of sense because there is no real work in taking care of a Barbie doll. But being younger I thought they were right. I would be a good mom. Until my nephew was born.
By Kitten Queen5 years ago in Confessions
The life of a single mom to 4 girls
Moms can be seen as super heros, but what no one will tell you is we are in some ways take my life for example i am a mother to 4 girls two that are in the hormonal stages and two that are now sounds ok right? Well you are correct and incorrect you see been a single mom to four children is hard i will admit this to you. You have no time to think no time to have a five minute break you just simply do not have time then you have to add in the mix that these tiny humans that cane from you also come with a attitude and a world of problems at such a younge age who knew the world would be hard on them and it is.
By Bonnie 5 years ago in Confessions
Aging Matrimony
There was once a time that I always felt like the apple of your eye. I was the sun in your love’s universe. Beautiful poetry you wrote me celebrating our great love and how it came about. Books you crafted with your own hands, burning edges of pages and designing lovely boarders. Every word in each of these books I cherish. I read them again just the other day. I needed to remember. I know you love me, just as I love you. Our love is one for the ages; this is true. Then, life happens. Then a history of life happens. Six wonderful children we protect and parent occupying most of our time and consuming all of our disposable income. We both understand that the sacrifice is an investment in our family’s future. Many a football, basketball, baseball, softball, soccer, volleyball, cheer leading, band and dance events and games we have attended, coached, supported and of course funded over the years. Very time consuming and physically taxing all of the running around can be, leaving little “mommy and daddy time”. When we finally return from our children’s activities you are fatigued and drained and I am left to talk to myself as you nod off to our favorite program.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Confessions
The Big C
It started a little over a year ago. My handsome husband wasn’t feeling well. Mike was short of breath and couldn’t make it from the recliner to the kitchen without stopping to rest, plus he was having pain in his left calf. It didn’t take long to find out he had blood clots in his lungs. They took him right from being diagnosed to being admitted to the ICU.
By Peg Luby5 years ago in Confessions
When Your Heart is "Just Too Big"
It all started when I saw a disabled man struggling and heard nothing but mockery from people I loved. At the age of nine years old, I was riding in a large van with cousins and few other family members to enjoy a Sunday lunch in another town. I didn't participate in any conversation, as I was the "quiet kid" who didn't speak up too often. Shyness was my main personality trait in my youth. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, as I've always hated confrontation, so I learned to just not speak at all.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Confessions
