Lazy

You know what drives me nuts? Well a lot of things. Many things really. I think I'm more annoyed in life than I am carefree. I chalk it up to the fact that I worked in the resturant business for like a decade. When you work in the resturant business you see the evilness of people. In the beginning I would care that your steak wasn't cooked to your liking Mr Smith. But after like, a year of listening to people complain about the most ridiculous petty things I stopped caring. I truly did. I could be running towards the kitchen with my hand on fire and some idiot would stop me to say "My steak was a little tough honey. Granted I ate it all but I'm just not feeling completely satisified". My mouth would say "I'll go get my manager. So sorry about the prime rib being a little too tough for your taste. That's so sad" when really my mind was saying "Suck it up cheapass. You ate the whole thing so it obviously wasn't as bad as you are saying. You want a free dinner and therefore are going to wreck me out of a decent tip". Towards the end of my career of serving people I had been yelled at, picked on (customer: "Are you sure you're old enough to be working here?" me: " No ma'am. I'm not sure. I just walked in from selling girls scout cookies and thought I could make a few bucks by kissing your rude behind") I had been brought to tears, and I literally lost my humanity. I turned in my apron and delicious assortment of colored pens and paper and walked out truly not liking people. Call me heartless. Call me mean. But if you judge my poor behavior and you have never been a server then I dare you to work for 6 months and get crapped on everyday and we'll see how you walk out of it all :) Or go work with Heather in pretesting for a week and see people at their finest: YES FILL OUT THE FORM! YES I KNOW YOU WERE JUST HERE! I DO NOT CARE! FILL OUT THE FORM! BRING YOUR OWN PAIR OF SCISSORS AND CUT OFF YOUR NASTY ARM BAND! I DO NOT WANT YOUR DEAD SKIN CELLS ANYWHERE NEAR MY FLAWLESS EPADERMIS!!
So i say all that to come back to my original thought: People are lazy. While parking in the Publix parking lot today to get ice cream and plastic forks for Dean (weird I know but whatever) I see laziness at its finest. It never fails that everytime I go to a parking lot there is some lazy person behind a wheel who will hold up a line of traffic for the parking place four spots closer to the Publix entrance rather than have a parking spot right away but is FOUR SPOTS FURTHER BEHIND! Don't people understand that the time it takes to wait for the old person to back out of their precious closer to the entrance parking space, they would already be IN publix if they just would have parked a LITTLE FURTHER BEHIND! And I, in turn, would not have to wait needlessly for you to get that sacred parking spot. LAZY! People are lazy.

Why can't people be perfect like me?

Sincerly,
Becky