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Lots of shit going on, and I keep catching myself pigging out (wait for it, here comes the excuse) due to all the stress.
In order from first appearance:
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but the restaurant where I work is upping the ante on all the servers/bartenders.....we are expected to hit their goal of $12.20 per person check average, $2.00 ($2.80 for nights and weekends) per person beverage average, and we're supposed to also be getting guests to write in and tell corporate how fantastic we are on top of all this.....or we get a write-up, have to attend a 'class' before the restaurant opens once every two weeks, and if we keep backsliding we are eventually terminated. Not to sound vain, but I know I'm a damn good server. My numbers are shit, however, because I'm one of four or five people who is there 40 hours a week, mainly during lunch shifts where you're damn lucky if you sell any bar drinks. Then we have servers who are only available Saturday nights, who are at the top of the chart because they have one great shift and nothing else to average it down.
I used to enjoy my job....not so much anymore.....
Second Stressor
Found out my grandmother fainted while at church Saturday night and has been in the hospital since. She has a blood clot in her leg that they've got her on blood thinners for. They're supposed to be running another battery of tests on her today because they also found growths in her lungs, approximately a centimeter in diameter. I should be getting a call from my mom sometime this afternoon with the update from the doctors....
....and lastly...
Logged into facebook today and checked up on one of my exes who I'm still sort of all right with. We'd chatted a week ago about the possibility of my buying his old fish tank equipment from him.....
His front page was flooded with remembrances and condolences. His mother typed up and posted the eulogy she delivered at his funeral a week ago. Apparently the same night I had talked to him about the fish stuff, he shot and killed himself.
I'm not sad. I'm pissed as hell at him. He's got people writing two and three paragraphs to him on facebook, yet he couldn't find a way to talk to anyone about what he was going through....he has two little brothers that meant the world to him, and he went and did this anyway. I'm hoping to get some confirmation this coming weekend, but the rumor going around is that he did it over some girl. Such a fucking waste, and I'm so mad at him.
I know that it's hard to say what was going through his or anyone's head when committing suicide, and I do apologize if anyone gets offended through this. However, I can't condone suicide under such circumstances. Physician Assisted Suicide and Euthanasia are for those already on their way out. Not for able-bodied 27 year olds who had a life.
View Diet Calendar, 17 October 2012:
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1811 kcal
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Fat: 82.55g | Prot: 50.21g | Carbs: 195.01g.
Lunch: Cool Mint Oreos, Sargento Six Cheese Italian, Chef Boyardee Beefaroni. Dinner: Ketchup, Bertman's Original Ballpark Mustard, Ball Park Beef Franks, Giant Eagle Hot Dog Buns. Snacks/Other: Lays Sour Cream and Onion Chips, Stoli Flavored Vodka, Special K Chocolatey Pretzel Bar. more...
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2237 kcal
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Exercise:
Stair Climber - 30 minutes, Resting - 15 hours and 30 minutes, Sleeping - 8 hours. more...
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