know what this new symbol stands for. I have heard
many theories-but nothin golden. Do you know? Comment to me your answer please!
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www.peopleofwalmart.com you might just find your own pictures! I usually enjoy the "problem" customers. The ones that are more than a little strange, or like to yell and or complain. Finding it a personal challenge to get a good tip out of them or even a tip at all. The main difference now is that if you make a customer happy in a restaurant--he/she will come back again and bring money to your business and tips to your pocket. At Wally World they will just return and be extra annoying again---more the likely. We have a customer that comes into the restaurant and writes and writes in his notebooks. I have tried to read over his shoulder while re-filling his drinks, but never get a good glance. We all speculate what he is writing, but what I hear most often is that he writes down what he is thinking at the time. About his waiter, the whether, that corn on his left nostril. If I were to do this, I would have many many blank pages! The only time real inspiration hits me, is about three in the morning. When I have to debate if I can store the golden information in my memory banks till morning or should get up and jot it down in a notebook. Than I have to decide if I really need to pee, or can hold it for hours, when I really do get up in the morning. All of this said ---this customer is very much like my blogs lately. I sit down and ramble. Trying to be observant, entertaining, and only offend a few people per day. Usually the rambling turns into an entry that actually flows story wise! Even if I start by talking about cheese. Even if I end up annoyed that all that cheese talk, is making me hungry.
|Dam I wanted a dumpling!|
So, when I was living in Washington state last I could not find a steady job to save my life. And feel I am more than paying for it now, being back in Wyoming. Anyways, enough geography lesson for now. The local IHOP restaurant up there had a worker in a pancake outfit out front almost every day. And I used to make fun of this "profession" until I realized the pancake had a job, and I could not find one! I am not sure if this made me look harder for a job, or resent dancing breakfast foods more. Can you tell I am typing this while in a restaurant? Long story short---they do not have the dancing/waving pancake anymore. Because a roving band of hoodlums decided to beat the crap out of the guy in the suit. And sent him to the hospital. Maybe the punks just wanted a true flat jack. All jokes aside this story is a strange mixture of sligthly amusing and terrible. I would love to know what the attackers motivation was? It also is grim reminder that people are crazy. This wasn't in some urban ghetto, this was a smaller day town with a very low relativity crime rate. It also shows that all jobs have hazards, even very hidden ones.