First Note of the Day.

Always tip your waitress. Let me give you the low down on protocol.

Common courtesy is at least 10%, no matter what. If you receive good service, 15%. If you receive excellent service, anything more than 15%.

It chaps my ass (quite literally I've found) when I work for 7 hours a day and don't get tipped. I work hard, I have a family to feed, house, and cloth. I make a paycheck of $3.35 an hour. You are going out to eat, you have that extra dollar to throw the waitress's way. Come on people. What's the dealio? I expect it out of high schooler's who don't know what it is like to not get tipped. They get everything free at home, why not when they go out too? Grrr.....
On a $3.35 wage, I make enough to maybe pay my electric bill. Help a brother out.

hatemail

I'm dissapointed in America. I'm just going to throw that out there.

Where have your morals gone? I don't even know where to go with this.

My husband recently had a medical issue that required a doctor's attention. Surgical from what I understood. So we went to go see a surgeon. $150. Okay. Let me just pull that out of my ass. I'm hardworking, my husband is hardworking, and we barely scrape by with the cost of living and expenses. I was seriously considering abortion when I found out I was pregnant because I didn't know if I could raise a child in today's world. It's expensive and to me on most days seems like humanity is going down the drain, and I'm sad to say that was taken into consideration.

Anyway, we go see this surgeon whose consultation was a $150, our last $150, because we cannot afford medical insurance. The doctor comes into the room, looks at his issue with one glove, refers us to someone else, writes a prescription for antibiotics and takes our money. okay..... moving on. now we have to ask someone for the money for the antibiotics and his issue is still not resolved. we have to ask for more money to take him to the doctors to temporarily fix the problem. it will be back he still has to see another doctor. issue temporarily solved.

ALL of that happened after we called many clinics to see if they would see him and they refused without insurance or tons of money upfront. (that we didn't have because the first doctor raped us).

I'm dissapointed in America because it's people are suffering and being refused service because the prices are too damn high for reasonable hardworking people to adhere to. It's like saying yeah, you can live here and live the dream if you make a million dollars a year. otherwise we will fuck you over because you don't deserve to have medical attention, insurance, a nice house, blah blah blah.

i understand you work hard you get rewarded and people don't just get handed things. believe me i know. but come on? really?! this is taken way to far. get over yourself because you can't make some fat man happy with green in his pocket. Give the people what they really need.

Rollin' down the street

Back in high school, man, having your own car was the bomb. Your friends always wanted rides, your parents usually supplied the insurance and maintenance, and gas was easy to come by. Well.... usually..... unless you were me. I had a 1986 Ford F150 and I also happened to be staying out at Green Bay alot. It took all the money I had in my paychecks and in my pocket to keep gas in that thing, and that was a $2 something a gallon. No wonder I didn't have a home, I was spending what I would have been paying in rent in gas!

So one day, I couldn't take it anymore! I packed up my stuff and decided I needed new wheels. A Kinetic Moped that got 150 miles to the gallon and topped out at 35 mph. Going downhill.

Man, I loved my moped! That thing and I were the best of buds! It was hard as shit to pedal but cruisin with the little put-put-sounds and the wind in your hair was untouchable. I would load up my cat in the basket in the back, turn up my skip-proof portable cd player and I would cruise downtown.

Those were the days! These days gas is almost $4 a gallon and I only get in the 20 something a mile range. As I was filling my gas tank the other day, I was dreaming of how convenient that moped would be now. I would put my baby in the back as I did my cat, turn my cd player up, and cruise.... if only.... if only....

Pickles and Cheese

Ahhhhh.... The age old question.... Which came first? My vote is on the chicken.