People in public...make ya wonder.

In my first real job, I worked at an amusment part. Nightmare on a stick. After being punched in the stomach...hard...by a literally little, old lady, I came to realize that folks have some pretty pressing needs that seem to transcend civility. I adopted a monumental whatever and made it through the summer but have since successfully avoided food service and entertainment (which seem to be the worst arenas) jobs.

who don't speak English...

Just talked to my mom who is visiting my Bro in Holland. She spent yesterday shopping with my SiL's lovely mother, who doesn't speak a word of English. The moms had a great day, despite not being able to say one word to each other.

I guess I don't understand- and I'm being oversensitive about it anyway. I was grabbed pretty hard by a guy one night who was waiting on a table (brewpub/rest. on a Friday night) for 2. There was an empty table and the previous occupants couldn't have vacacted it more than 5 minutes before (I may have even been on my way over to clear it). and he grabbed my arm while I was walking past him and was all hissing "What about that table!?!"

Okay, but in our case, I did NOT bark at the hostess right off the bat. My first step was to ask her quietly and politely, explaining that we had people who had medical issues such that they needed to sit.

The guy you just described sounds neither polite nor medically challenged.

I don't mean to compare you and the asshat, I'm just saying that being a hostess once upon a time makes me take that stuff personally (meaning it's likely I shouldn't have said anything in the first place). Anytime I hear someone complaining about service people, I almost automatically imagine what was going on on the server/hostess/bartender's side.

In my first real job, I worked at an amusment part. Nightmare on a stick.

I'm right there with you. (I worked at Six Flags Great America.)

I just had a sugar issue -- there were cookies at work and I had two and sweet tea and then I got woozy feeling.

When I was a kid -- even as a teenager -- I'd go into meltdowns when I hadn't eaten enough. I wasn't always aware of what was going on, but Mom was, so she'd sit me down and make me eat something before she'd deal with me.

Now, my brother is one of those people who you have to remind it's time to eat and that not eating for 10 hours during the day = bad thing.

Dad's having issues about eating - he's lost nearly 25 lbs since December (I think it's Dec). Part of it was depression and part of it has been changing his eating habits since the heart attack. He's been commenting about the weight loss and I keep asking him what he's been eating his typical day of eating will be: oatmeal, turkey sandwich, pear, beans and rice for dinner unless I cook something, maybe a bowl of cheerios and strawberries (no milk).

I've been telling him that's not enough calories and he should eat more protien and maybe smaller meals during the day. He's ignored me. I feel like saying "I may be fat, but I do know something about nutrition. Mostly I'm lazy. Really."

But yesterday he said he'd talked to his ex GF (who's a doctor) and she said that he needs to eat more protien and probably eat smaller meals several times a day. Which is exactly what I said.

it's like I feel like I have to drink all the Dr Pepper and eat all the fast food I can now because I feel like someone is going to take them away from me.

Susan, I know this isn't a complete solution, but some diet soft drinks are better (as in, taste more like the original) than others. Diet Dr. Pepper and Diet 7-Up in particular. I'm also a fan of Fresca, which IIRC is carbless or nearly so.

OMG Teh Cute!

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It's my niece and nephew. The niece is the chubby baby, and my nephew is OMG such a big boy!

Just in case anyone wants to see Teh Cute pictures.

Oooh, there was the night of the TX/OU football game when we were one-in-one-out packed and this guy comes to complain that we had snooty bouncers who wouldn't let him in and he was going to sue. I was trying to figure out if he actually had been thrown out (he was pretty clearly drunk) or if he'd just gotten there and no one had left so that he could go in (not that the bouncers would or should have let him, but if they did we'd never find him to kick him out and if they had already kicked him out- it's time to call the cops). I got distracted while he was talking because there was a huge pool of blood where he was standing. I would have noticed if it were there before. I tried to get him to sit down so I could see where it was coming from, and if it was from the lower half, we needed to prop that up. He thought me telling him he needed to sit down was = to saying sit down and shut up, and he kept telling me I had no right and he would sue. When I pointed out to him that there was blood and I wanted to help him he finally sat. Huge gash to the bone on his foot and ankle. Now he wants to tell me that the bouncers did it when they threw him out, which is odd because you'd think that'd be an upper body injury. He says again that he's going to sue, and that he's calling the cops right now (I have no idea why you'd call the cops to sue, but whatever)- cops show up and arrest him for public intoxication. Turns out he'd been kicked out, or had left and couldn't get back in because of the in/out rule. He thought he'd sneak in by climbing our deck, was too drunk to climb properly, slipped and sliced up his foot, at which point he decided it was eaiser to threaten to sue the hostess.

On the topic of healthier habits, I've managed to finish my liter of water before lunchtime.

In other news: I need to go to the ladies room.

Hmmmmmm