Pleasures and Contemplations

I have a nurse friend, Alma, who doubles as a waitress at a local chain eatery. We were out to lunch and got to talking about her practices when she says to me, "You know Tree, nursing and serving are one in the same, you gotta please people." So, I got to thinking and wandered off on a mental tangent:

Are we all servers?? Don't we all have to please people? Whether it be a boss, customer, family, or landlord, at some point or another we ALL are in the position where the outcomes of our actions rely on pleasing 'the customer.' Isn't it funny that these peoples' decisions can change everything? For example, your landlord is having a bad day and fines you for loud music during your backyard picnic. Or, a lady throws a fit when you can't find her size in those Stilettos she was looking at and makes you look bad to your boss because you couldn't satisfy her with a mail order. Are people really that hard to please?

People have such high expectations anymore. We can't enjoy the simple pleasures. Like a compliment from a coworker, or a flower blowing in the breeze, or a generous tip, or another driver allowing you to merge on the highway. But wait..Is it having these expectations that others will be grateful for simple pleasures and then having disappointment when they aren't, or is it their ungratefulness in the first place that is frustrating? (Thus, not being pleased that others aren't pleased). Are high expectations good or bad? In a circle of self debate- Is it pleasing your self or pleasing others that is so complicated??

All About Tee

I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of states, have eaten in small towns and Five Star restaurants, but there really is no comparison to the SweetSpot Diner. It's got the best food, quickest service, and of course, the most interesting staff (including me). However, even more interesting than the servers are the customers it brings in. We're located in a small town in central Nebraska-not much there. But, our town is in the crosshairs of many heavy interstates so we get a lot of travelers and locals to boot! Maybe it's the miles of cornfields that surround us or the magnetic fields, but we get all kinds in here: fat, skinny, tall, short, crazy, nice, creepy, sleepy, and smokin' hot men (must be all the corn husking [[mmm...muscles]])


So I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself-
My name is Trudy, but some of my friends call me Tree. Feel free to call me either. Fact is, I have always been busy observing others that I could care less about what people think of me. (I love to people watch). You could call me middle-aged, I have been in customer service all of my life. More specifically, I have been waitressing for about 15 of those years. I am one of those independent and prominent females. I like to consider my celebrity doppleganger to be Carrie Bradshaw. I come from a big family and one thing we do plenty of is GOSSIP!