Amanda

Wil and I went to a restaurant tonight that I have been going to since high school.  I love East Village Grill and tell others to go.  The last three times we’ve been, the service has sucked and the food has made us feel icky.  Our waitress tonight brought us a pitcher of beer instead of a pint and wouldn’t take it back.  A $10 difference and then when I said I might as well drink the beer since we’re paying for it, I asked her to take away the tea and take it off the bill.  She did neither.  She wasn’t rude but obviously stressed out.  I wasn’t rude but obviously poor and I needed her to throw me a freakin bone.  So I did something I said that I would never do, I docked the tip for the tea leaving her only 8%.  Now, I know that she is a working girl and I have been a waitress and it ain’t easy but I felt like she did me wrong.  Those things were within her power to fix.

So on the way home the guilt struck.  Kharma is so going to get me for this…..I know.  I even circled the tea on the bill and put a frownie face.  I actually had to get my paint set out and make some angry sad art to make myself feel better.  Was it justfied the dock in tip or am I just like mean old men who just don’t get the working peeps? Discuss.

Today was the last day of the first semester with my students.  I will truly miss some of them.  Others, I couldn’t wait for the door to hit them in the ass.  At the end of one of the harder groups I had, one of the girls who was always good gave me a letter that read, "You don’t know how much I will miss you.  Your class was what I looked forward to in my day.  I learned so much and you made learning fun.  I will see you next year."  It totally made my week, heck, my month. It makes me feel guilty that I’m leaving next year.  Her letter was just what I needed to remind me why I do what I do

My friend Erin invited me to go to a free Yoga class with her this past Saturday.  I have been taking Yoga for a few months so I was amped to go see something different.  We get to the little studio and are waiting for the class before ours to leave.  Erin spots the wall o’ brochures and we start browsing.  Both of us rest our sights on this advertisment for a kind of yoga that teaches you how to have an orgasm without using your hands or another person.  The brochure said that by contracting muscles in the groin area and breathing and mentally preping yourself, you can get your o face on.  After meaningful glances, our class was ready so we went and did some non-orgasm yoga.  After the class, I started thinking about the o-class.  I have come to a conclusion that it is one big orgy where no one talks or touches.  I think it would be weird to be in a room with 15+ people all getting off at the same time.  If anyone tries this class or one similar…please correct me or tell me that I am dead on:  either way- I ain’t goin.