We were dead for most of last night. I was scheduled off at 4 this morning. Then Ricardo said I was going home at 1 or 2. Then it was 3. Then we got slammed. It was actually a pretty decent night; I had a four-top of ladies who told Elise that it had been the best Restaurant of Awesome experience they'd ever had, and that they were definitely coming back. :D
That despite these allergies. I. Am. Waitress McAwesomesauce. I also got tipped $14 on a $32 tab. Heeeeeck, yeah! They were a good table, despite one guy's tendency to answer my questions of "How are you tonight?" and "Is everything tasting okay?" with such reasonable, on-topic replies as, "I want smothered cheese fries" and "Unstoppable" --- which is only part of the name of a particular meal we serve. Despite that, he was the one paying, and thus tipping.
God, I'm making this sound like all I care about are tips. I don't. I really do enjoy my job, and I'd work at my RoA even if I didn't get tipped. Tips are just a very, very, very pleasant bonus, and my bank account and I really appreciate them. Quite often they keep me from overdrawing my account.
A nice police officer asked about my hijab. First he asked what it was, then if I'd been Muslim all my life, then if I converted because of a Muslim boyfriend. Lol, Muslim boyfriend. That's an oxymoron if there ever was one. Well, if you define "dating" by society's current standard. Muslims "date," of a sort ... it's more like courtship, really. You're never allowed to be alone together, and you're talking with each other with an eye toward possibly getting married.
Oh, God, my friend's cat was apparently taken from her mama way too early, so when she kneads, she drools. I didn't realise this until she was drooling as I left a voice-mail for another friend, so I was all, "Oh, dear God, why?! Why God, why?!" on the voice-mail, wailing about the cat drooling on me. It was funny. Then we all took a nap.
Welcome to my blog!
This blog is an honest look at what life is like for this particular American convert to Islam. We're taught in Islam to cover our sins, to not air them, for fear of lessening the severity of sinning. In this blog, I may relate past indiscretions from time to time. This isn't to make light of them, but in the interest of educating Muslims and non-Muslims alike as to the realities of life as an American convert, I present my mistakes honestly. I make no excuses for them, nor do I claim that they were okay to make. I am not perfect, and I make no pretenses as to that. If others can learn from my past, know that Islam, and religion in general, is open for people no matter what mistakes they've made, then I will gladly air my sins when needed.