I was too good a waiter, or food service professional more broadly. I knew that when a customer asked for something, you had one chance to get it right. Consequently, I don't like reminding people of things. If I ask for a drink and it is not brought to me, I refuse to ask again. That person has failed to do their job.
I waited in the doctor's office yesterday trying to get an appointment - not the regular doctor office, but the crazy doctor office. I haven't been in a while. Waited 30 minutes to try to see someone just to talk about scheduling the actual appointment. I was told to go home and I'd be called. I wasn't.
And now I don't want to call them back. Like that table asking for some more bread, they had their chance to get it right, and they failed. I will just have to eat somewhere else. Maybe that's what they mean by "sense of entitlement."
Last night, after being dumped by the doctor's office, I went for a long walk. Eight miles across the city, at night, in the cold. The signs of inauguration were everywhere. Bleachers going up, park rangers driving around, working overtime to make sure everything is prepared. It's the dawn of a new era, but I couldn't care less. Obama is the lesser of evils, but still just a Poser-in-Chief.
Got a little dizzy. The last time I felt like that I ended up sick for two weeks. Had to go to the ER. My insurance doesn't cover ER bills anymore, and since last time it would have been $1,000 sans coverage, I know that's not going to happen now.
My coffee is watery now. I have been trying to brew my own at work, to save money. But the ground-up beans are old and stale, and the product too weak to stand a bit of cream added in. I drink it black, with one splenda, and it tastes like a tiny piece of candy got dissolved in a bowl of boiling water.
My watch ticks very loudly.
