the diner is still on its last feet

or would that be my feet? i have been waiting for this business to fold for at least a year (don't ask me why i stilll work here, its like a strange, insidious addiction).
saturday is my long shift 6am-3pm-no breaks-i have 2-3 peaceful solita hours between 6 and 9 until the rest of the staff arrives. i have the stragglers, the regulars, the unfortunates, and the toaster all to myself.
and today was a pretty good day. my counter shined, all day. people were laughing and getting their meals quickly. really a good day behind the counter is like starring in your own scripted, written and directed film/documentary/story. with subtitles.
and my booths, i rolled on them, too. every order perfect, a smile for everyone, catsup, syrup, jelly, tabasco sauce and sweet n low. skim milk for your decafe?no problema!sugar free syrup for the whole wheat bananawalnut pancakes? of course.
some days, i really like being a diner girl.
de la pinche

is the diner failing?

after 19 months at "the diner" i begin to worry. day after day, i see less customers, other servers being harrassed by the so called "managment". i was ill yesterday, had to call out sick, and found i could have been fired by the 15 year old daughter who had to come in at 6 am to cover my shift. mind you there are 7 or 8 tables between that early morning hour.
when i am fortunate enough to be busy at that early hour, i can take care of a counter six booths, toast my bread, make 2 urns of coffee toast rye,wheat and white clean pitchers of syrup, set tables, carry trays, get coffee for the cooks, etc etc etc.
and now i have to possibley be fired by a 15 year old who was told to be in "the diner" at such an early our. venting venting yes.
the economy is wearing me out, the "diner" becomes more absurd, i am having hard thoughts about things like.......the health department, OSHA--haha what a joke neither of these entities have visited my place of work...
just a waitress, but this circus of chaos has me by the short hairs.
what next?

tommorow is today

when i started school, back in 1960, the school i attended had a black woman principle. I grew up in a blue collar town in south jersey. today, i still live in that town, after living in many beautiful places, oregon, north carolina, i chose to return here so i could be part of my beautiful grandaughter's life, because i decided it was important to me to teach her, to love her, to honor what my parent's did.
and today, i know that the world we live in can change, that i can proudly honor my past, and have hope for our future. Because today, i witnessed history, i regained hope. i remembered that so long ago, i walked into a school and looked up to a beautiful, dignified and respected black woman, in 1960, when other americans were still struggling for equality.
and today, i can believe again, thanks to the people of america that elected this amazing, couragous man. i can be proud. we can all be proud today, and once again have hope for our beautiful country. de la pinche

it 's america, people, its a new dawn!

i can't believe it, tommorow, yeah, finally!
for real, for real for once in a lifetime a president that looks like a real person.
a president who can dance, a president i can actually imagine fucking his wife
for real, yo.
tommorow, a man i hope with all my hope can lead the country.
one man, god keep him safe, keep him safe.
for once in a lifetime, a man comes along, a man comes along.
tommorow, a man comes along, long may he run!
may the good lord bless him and keep him safe,
i pray he will lead us, guide us, teach us to believe
again, as americans, can you imagine and believe?
in tommorow?
in one day, in the next day?
get up, levante!
believe in tommorow, please?

is this possible?

i believe i am experiencing a major expansion of my personal conciouness, at this time over a period of time, long time short time, but there it is. i know what is happening to me i know why it is happening to me, but is it possible it is happening to others out there? and why? follow my blog, tell me your story.
is December 21, 2012 important?
it mattered so much, to so many, but what can Obama change? if the people of america aren't ready, nothing will change. and based on what i have seen, they ready but they ain't gonna change. Takes alot more than belief, a vote, a life. it takes time.
is this the tragic truth?
if i had been born in a small village in Africa, would i even be alive, now?
if i had been born in Irag, would I have a veil over my face, would I be screaming and beating my chest over my deceased children?
Would I dare to be complaining on the internet about all my Amerikan BlahBlahBlah?
Who should be so lucky?

just a bleep on the radar from the dinergirl, my world, my blog, my my my.
bye now.
de la pinche

teach your children well

because they go by. everybody is somebodies baby, as in child. my own have gone by me so fast, i just want to hold on to mi nieta, teach her the traditions.
now i mean to figure the traditions out. in order to teach gi, i honor those who went before me,i hold those who came through me,gentle ,give freedom to those in front of me.
my line, my family, my memories and dreams.
my future. my past. my own personal time machine.
may we fight the powers that be.
may we remember one xmas tree.
may we sparkle,plenty,always, free and happy,
safe, warm, and gloried in.
slp 1/05/09 de la pinche