I know that I was never very consistent with writing blogs, but it has really been a long time since i have written one. I would want to write about something, but then I felt like I never had anything good to write about. I don't really have anything good now, but I felt impressed to blog.
I am working as a waitress, (well i guess to be politically correct, server) at Thai Chili Gardens in Orem. Its my first time being a server and I have to say that its not that bad. When I went in to turn in my application, the owner asked me, "Have you ever been a server before?" Now all i understood was blah blah blah server blah. (sidenote: I have a really hard time understanding accents) So I said, "what?" and he asked again and this time all i heard was blah blah blah server before?" So, taking a guess I said "I haven't, but I have had plenty of experience working with food at Domino's." I guess this was the right answer because I started work 3 days later.
I was really excited to start working because that meant money which meant i would be able to eat and live under a roof during the next two semesters of school, but i was still a little nervous about the whole not understanding my boss when he attempted to speak english thing. Lo and behold, on Monday I found out that the cook is his wife, Mon, who speaks very little english with an even thicker accent, and his mother-in-law, who we call grandmon, (we don't actually know her real name) doesn't speak any english at all.
That morning I was trained for about an hour by another server and then they tried to help me memorize the menu. After that the lunch rush started and I was pretty much on my own. I was pretty good at taking peoples orders, but when people would ask me a question I was just like a deer in the head lights because I felt like I didn't know anything about anything. Then it was time to take out their food and I didn't know what any of the food was. Then started some of the craziness with the cooks. I would ask what something was and they would say something and I didn't know what they said, so I would guess what food they said and they would say somthing supposedly in english back to me, but I wouldn't understand anything. This would go on for a bit until another server would come into the kitchen and would tell me what the food was in nonaccented english.
A lot of the foods we have to garnish with some shredded carrots or parsley and when I would forget to do this Grandmon, who doesn't speak any english, would grab my arm and say, "eh, eh" and wave her hand at the carrots. I would garnish the food and as I would leave I could hear Grandmon saying something in Thai, which was probably, "That girl is pretty stupid."
This sort of thing happened for about two weeks everyday until I knew about everything on the menu. Also, my ears have been slightly trained to I can understand almost everything the Thai people say in broken english. I guess things are going pretty good for me and I'm having some fun adventures while working as a server, but you'll find out about those later.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Applications Suck!
I've been looking for a job since I came home in 2005 and I still haven't found one yet and it's 2006. I applied to so many places and was excited that Maurice's called to set up an interview time. I dressed up all nice and everything. I really wanted to work at this clothing store because it's my favorite place to get clothes. So, the girl is interviewing me and I think she was younger than me, which seemed a little wierd. She's asking me some questions about my past jobs, etc. Then she asks "how do you think you will do in a managing positions without previous experience?"
Hold up! Managing position?! I'm thinking to myself, "I thought I was applying for just a regular job?" But of course I can't let this youngin' know that I didn't even know what I was applying for. I mean, who doesn't know what they're applying for? I ended up rambling on about who knows what. Really, I don't even remember, but I know it was despicable!
After the interview she said that if I got the job, they would contact me either Monday or Tuesday. Well its Wednesday, and not a huge surprise that I wasn't contacted.
Luckily, I will be getting a job as a Ballet teacher at my old Dance Studio, and hopefully I will be getting a job at Jamba Juice, but who knows, maybe I will unknowingly be applying for CEO or something else that I won't be aware of until the interview.
Hold up! Managing position?! I'm thinking to myself, "I thought I was applying for just a regular job?" But of course I can't let this youngin' know that I didn't even know what I was applying for. I mean, who doesn't know what they're applying for? I ended up rambling on about who knows what. Really, I don't even remember, but I know it was despicable!
After the interview she said that if I got the job, they would contact me either Monday or Tuesday. Well its Wednesday, and not a huge surprise that I wasn't contacted.
Luckily, I will be getting a job as a Ballet teacher at my old Dance Studio, and hopefully I will be getting a job at Jamba Juice, but who knows, maybe I will unknowingly be applying for CEO or something else that I won't be aware of until the interview.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I AM WAY TOO BUSY FOR SCHOOL
My humanities teacher gave everybody in our class the chance to justify why they have a crappy grade in the class and if the reasons are good enough she just my give them a slightly better grade. Well, I am always looking for ways to get a better grade, so I decided to do this optional assignment. I thought I had some really good reasons and I think you'll agree when you read this.
Dear Sister Cochran:
Thinking back on the semester, I believe that I have done all that I could do for the Humanities 101 class, and yet I don't know if I'm getting the grade I deserve. There are many things going on in my life at the moment that I can't exactly control, causing my academic career to take the fall. This paper describes these many things that I can't control in further detail so that I can gain the well deserved pity from the teacher of the aforementioned humanities class.
Firstly, I have to make sure that my eternal salvation is taken care of, which means that I must find a husband while I am here at BYU-Idaho. The only way that I know of to gain this so called husband is to get acquainted with and date many members of the opposite sex, otherwise known as men. Now, I spent much of my free time (a.k.a. homework time) figuring out how I can get asked out on as many dates as possible. I figured out that one place to meet these men is at the gym. I, therefore, was obligated to be at the gym every night or afternoon. Not only was I finding men, but I was also toning my abs and thighs. Therefore, my time spent at the gym was necessary for my eternal salvation, which takes precedence over school work.
Secondly, I have become a professional snowflake maker. I am definitely in demand at this time of year. My career in this field is just starting out and causes my life to become very busy. I spend nearly half of my time just talking with investors and managers of scissor and paper factories. I realize that even though I am working on my eternal salvation, but if I don't get married I need something to fall back on. Hence, I have built my snowflake company from the ground up in hopes that I will be able to earn some extra bucks. I also have spent another large portion of my time coming up with a name for my company, but I finally decided upon, "Snowflakes by Becky." It took me a long time to come up with this name, which also was something that took time away from studying for certain humanities tests.
Finally, I have decided that if the snowflake business flops, I will have yet another thing to fall back on: T.V. critic. To prepare for this, I have decided that I must watch hours upon hours of television each day to get a broad spectrum of what is on television these days. I found that between watching TLC's "What Not To Wear," NBC's "ER," and The WB's "Gilmore Girls" I just simply have no time for my academic career.
As you can see, I lead a very busy life and have done the best I could with my school work and studying for Humanities 101. I hope that now you will have pity on me and allow me to have the grade which we both know that I deserve.
Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!
Sincerely,
Becky Karlsven
There you have it, the real reasons for my grades. Do you think I am justified to receive an A?
Dear Sister Cochran:
Thinking back on the semester, I believe that I have done all that I could do for the Humanities 101 class, and yet I don't know if I'm getting the grade I deserve. There are many things going on in my life at the moment that I can't exactly control, causing my academic career to take the fall. This paper describes these many things that I can't control in further detail so that I can gain the well deserved pity from the teacher of the aforementioned humanities class.
Firstly, I have to make sure that my eternal salvation is taken care of, which means that I must find a husband while I am here at BYU-Idaho. The only way that I know of to gain this so called husband is to get acquainted with and date many members of the opposite sex, otherwise known as men. Now, I spent much of my free time (a.k.a. homework time) figuring out how I can get asked out on as many dates as possible. I figured out that one place to meet these men is at the gym. I, therefore, was obligated to be at the gym every night or afternoon. Not only was I finding men, but I was also toning my abs and thighs. Therefore, my time spent at the gym was necessary for my eternal salvation, which takes precedence over school work.
Secondly, I have become a professional snowflake maker. I am definitely in demand at this time of year. My career in this field is just starting out and causes my life to become very busy. I spend nearly half of my time just talking with investors and managers of scissor and paper factories. I realize that even though I am working on my eternal salvation, but if I don't get married I need something to fall back on. Hence, I have built my snowflake company from the ground up in hopes that I will be able to earn some extra bucks. I also have spent another large portion of my time coming up with a name for my company, but I finally decided upon, "Snowflakes by Becky." It took me a long time to come up with this name, which also was something that took time away from studying for certain humanities tests.
Finally, I have decided that if the snowflake business flops, I will have yet another thing to fall back on: T.V. critic. To prepare for this, I have decided that I must watch hours upon hours of television each day to get a broad spectrum of what is on television these days. I found that between watching TLC's "What Not To Wear," NBC's "ER," and The WB's "Gilmore Girls" I just simply have no time for my academic career.
As you can see, I lead a very busy life and have done the best I could with my school work and studying for Humanities 101. I hope that now you will have pity on me and allow me to have the grade which we both know that I deserve.
Thank you for your time and have a wonderful day!
Sincerely,
Becky Karlsven
There you have it, the real reasons for my grades. Do you think I am justified to receive an A?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
A Little Bit About Me
Well, I'm finally complying to compulsive writers tag. It actually took me quite a while to finally come up with 5 things that people don't know about me.
1. I am a professional paper snowflake maker. I have yet to received a certificate saying that I am one, but if you ever visit my apartment, you'll see the amazingly beautiful snowflakes that my roommate and I made.
2. I have tried to watch "Revenge of the Sith" 3 times but I just keep falling asleep.
3. I have the ability to fall asleep with my hand outstretched still gripping the remote. (Once I get the remote I don't like to give it up!)
4. Last summer I went to Austria, Germany, and Venice for a short dance performance tour. It was amazing! I even took a ballet class from a gay guy named Ferry.
5. I have a broken back. Last April I went to the doctor to have him check a knee injury. I got my knee and back X-rayed and it turns out that at some point in my life I received a compound fracture to one of my vertebrae. I thought that was weird, especially since I don't remember doing anything to break my back.
I don't know too many people on this whole blogger thing, so I can just tag a couple people, but I'm going to tag, becca just and the amazing spider-man fan.
1. I am a professional paper snowflake maker. I have yet to received a certificate saying that I am one, but if you ever visit my apartment, you'll see the amazingly beautiful snowflakes that my roommate and I made.
2. I have tried to watch "Revenge of the Sith" 3 times but I just keep falling asleep.
3. I have the ability to fall asleep with my hand outstretched still gripping the remote. (Once I get the remote I don't like to give it up!)
4. Last summer I went to Austria, Germany, and Venice for a short dance performance tour. It was amazing! I even took a ballet class from a gay guy named Ferry.
5. I have a broken back. Last April I went to the doctor to have him check a knee injury. I got my knee and back X-rayed and it turns out that at some point in my life I received a compound fracture to one of my vertebrae. I thought that was weird, especially since I don't remember doing anything to break my back.
I don't know too many people on this whole blogger thing, so I can just tag a couple people, but I'm going to tag, becca just and the amazing spider-man fan.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Hello, My Name is Becky...
The answers to my last post:
1. B
2. E
3. J
4. A
5. F
6. C
7. G
8. H
9. I
10. D
Now onto my real post. I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted. I have accepted this and I hear there about 12 steps I need to go through to get rid of my addiction. But I'm not sure that I'm quite ready to give up the beautiful game called spider solitair.
It started out as just an innocent little game that I liked to play occasionally. But as time passed I found myself trying to hide my obsession with the game. I would wait till my roommates were gone and then sneak onto their computers to play the game. I didn't have my own computer at this point in my sad, sad life. When my roommates would come home I would quickly exit out of the game and run to my room to pretend that I wasn't doing anything, especially in their room.
When I got my own computer the addiction only became worse. I stayed up late into the night just so could win another game. I would tell myself that I'd only play till I won a game. hahahaa! What a lie! When I would win I just started another game and told myself the same lie. I was lost in a swirling abyss that is spider solitair.
I have lately come to the realization that I do have an addiction. I admit it. Now I just limit myself to 3 hours a day of spider solitair instead of the regular 6. The only problem now is that as I limit my hours of actual playing I now make up for the lost time by thinking about it. Maybe one day when I can afford professional help I will be able to slowly, but surely rid myself of this needed craving; using medication if necessary.
1. B
2. E
3. J
4. A
5. F
6. C
7. G
8. H
9. I
10. D
Now onto my real post. I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted. I have accepted this and I hear there about 12 steps I need to go through to get rid of my addiction. But I'm not sure that I'm quite ready to give up the beautiful game called spider solitair.
It started out as just an innocent little game that I liked to play occasionally. But as time passed I found myself trying to hide my obsession with the game. I would wait till my roommates were gone and then sneak onto their computers to play the game. I didn't have my own computer at this point in my sad, sad life. When my roommates would come home I would quickly exit out of the game and run to my room to pretend that I wasn't doing anything, especially in their room.
When I got my own computer the addiction only became worse. I stayed up late into the night just so could win another game. I would tell myself that I'd only play till I won a game. hahahaa! What a lie! When I would win I just started another game and told myself the same lie. I was lost in a swirling abyss that is spider solitair.
I have lately come to the realization that I do have an addiction. I admit it. Now I just limit myself to 3 hours a day of spider solitair instead of the regular 6. The only problem now is that as I limit my hours of actual playing I now make up for the lost time by thinking about it. Maybe one day when I can afford professional help I will be able to slowly, but surely rid myself of this needed craving; using medication if necessary.
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