Continuing my attempt

When I'm at work, it's a game of how lazy I can be with how friendly I can be towards the customers. Interestingly enough, in the past, although that game existed, I've tended to end up in the back with dishes or refilling napkins. This has begun to change.

To be honest, it was never the customers themselves that caused me to clean, it was how tired they made me feel. People always ask if working at Cold Stone is fun. "It looks like so much fun!" they say as they watch me mix their ice cream into goop. It's a job where we walk back and forth, back and forth, back and forth from the Ghea (place where you look at the ice cream and we take it out) to the stone to the register. Dealing with the customers indecisions, stupid questions, and even good conversation along the way. It can get very tiring. Especially when it's loud and you have to scream to hear each other.

But, I realize that one of the best parts of the job is having those good conversations. I've connected over woot shirts, conventions, and I love when people take my suggestions. I don't understand how people can be pissy, grumpy, rude, etc. when they're coming in to get ice cream. It's ice cream! A comodoty that you don't need, not in the slightest. This will slowly kill you, so be happy you're getting it.

I still pride myself on the lazy/friendly factor. Last night a large part of bachellorettes came in. I was able to convince 6 of them to get a pack of our cupackes. I tend to joke the truth to convince people. "It'll save you a ton of money... and save me a ton of work." I use this line more than I should. I get everything from a chuckle to a gaffaw, but it never works as much as I'd like.

The problem with this and all jobs and my place in them is that I want to make people happy. I suppose if I got commition for selling ice cream, I'd be more convincing in gettting them to have the Gotta Have It Signature in a Waffle Cone. But, I don't. I get the same $8.25 an hour (thanks to the recent wage increase) no matter what + tips. So, I work for tips. And, if I get someone to spend less money, they may tip me higher.

"By the way, it's only 30 cents more to upgrade to the bigger size. You might as well get it. You can save the rest for later, thus saving you money in the long run."

Sometimes, everyone's wishes come together.

Want some ice cream?

Have you ever made a decision and quickly realized you want to back out of it? It's normally too late. I actually have the opportunity to say no. No thanks. I don't want this. It will hurt too much if I have it. It's not a good thing to do all the time, I understand. But... once. Maybe. It'd be nice.

Time is just a way of saying I'm sorry for not writing.

I just finished writing a paper on whether Iago was a human being gone bad or a demon. I suppose my mind was made up before I even started. It's too easy to call anyone a demon. Life is hard. People are bad. We make stupid decisions.

I make a lot of stupid decisions. List of stupid decisions:

1) Not trying harder in Intro to Psych. I haven't gotten lower than a B- since I started college. I will fuck that up this summer vacation where I barely tried in my summer classes. I have to at least get a C-. I have to at least pass. Please.

2) Pushing the boyfriend. His move is imminent and I can't wait. I mean, I can, but it's hard. I nag, I admit this. I don't want to. He tries as hard as he can to make me happy. But, I swear to god, it is so weird to have sex in his parents' basement. Going upstairs in the morning and saying hello is an awkward experience every time.
I may not feel so bad about that part. It's more because of his family. I'm American, through and through. Dating him has made me realize this more than anything. He loves and wishes to please his family so much in a way I just don't understand. I get jealous when he spends time with them, because I don't understand a 25 year old who has a good job that wants to move out still having such strong feelings about his family. Now, his parents are some of the most wonderful human beings I have ever met. I adore them. I think. I mean, I can't spend too much time around them. I'm not aloud to. Not that he's embarrassed about anyone. It's just, nobody would feel completely comfortable with the slight language barrier and, well, just how the family dynamic is.
I'm ranting. I don't want to rant. I don't want to push. I just feel like we won't have a real, grown-up relationship until he moves out.

3)Lack of goals. I wish I had them, besides being happy. It's kind of a cop out, I admit. I have a plan I tell people to make them happy, but is it a goal? I still believe if I have a 9-5 job and my boyfriend, I'll be happy and I don't need more than that. Am I lying to myself? Will I feel the same in 5, 10, 20 years?

I'm happy. Look, I'm so very happy and delighted and in love and finding myself becoming a cooler, better person everyday.

As long as I'm not Iago...