i am right here

found myself back here, my computer has been glitching. i fond i think, an old friend following my blog, i tried to email u catherine, but had problems. fluxlife i m still here but am having problems with the computer.catherine, if its you, hit my blog and i will get in touch with you.
steve/fluxlife, glad to know u are still reading me.
i admit i have been postin on facebook, not as satisfying as this, but really it has been a depressing winter for me.'the vernal equinox is done, and it has done been a fn winter i am still recovering from it.
cath i know its you.
i am certain there is a reason you found me after all this time.
steve, you were among the first to encourage me to keep blogging.
so, am i correct>si, or no?

its nearly spring, according to

diner girl delux

back on top, despite the struggle to survive, i am. 2 days of rolling in and rolling up, running, carrying, toasting, and once again i have to say it, this kitchen cannot be entered without 1 syrup smear, 3 unfortunate accidents with butter, a head on battle with the mexicans, and a heavy tray. somehow, our business survives. i see new people coming into the diner. oh and the toaster. yes, many unfortunate incidence with the toaster.
so here it is february and i have not been late, sick, or recieved a check mark!
like i care about getting a checkmark at this late date in my so called career. i just want to survive.
smile, make eye contact, get everything right with the table, the order, the kitchen, the "cooks" avoid all personal incidence with other servers, and pick up my jack, tip out, and leave. wait to breathe. wait for warmer weather. wait till i can ride mt bike.

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?