Monday, August 07, 2006

We Be Loyal Scouts = WEBELOS

Well today was it, my induction into the Ft Bend Hall of Fame. Going to new teacher induction, I went with HIGH expectations. I thought it would be like the glory days of Cub Scouts when they would grab my arms and legs and flip me upside down and staple my new patch to my butt. I thought we would learn new chants, new hand shakes and maybe learn the places to go to get free food and clothes. I thought it would be like the mobsters, a whole new life style.

My expectations were shot down with a day of full classes, sitting on the floor because of crowdedness and a good amount of older people. People tend to say that teachers are the worst students and its true. It was filthy miserable and I have to endure 3 more days of it. Good news is Michelle and I made our first big purchase today! A mattress!! Sleep on that one tonight New York.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

I MA TEECHER

Tomorrow it starts. The beginning of my adulthood. You know when you are younger and you wonder what you are going to be when you grow up, well tomorrow that wonderment becomes reality. Tomorrow starts my teaching career. I wont actually begin school until Aug. 21, but tomorrow is new teacher induction. I really don't know what that means, but I guess I will find out.
Its kind of cool knowing that I am going to be a teacher. My anxieties and nervousness is not really on the fact on how hard its going to be, but on the fact of how fun its going to be. It really has not sank in that this is going to be my job, that this is what I am going to be getting paid for. I really cant believe that I am getting paid 1 million dollars either. I guess that they really need teachers. Tomorrow Ill let you know what the secret hand shake at the induction is.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

The Art of Tipping

While working at a summer job that pays little because they know that you will be getting a significant amount of tips, you expect tips. I mean that would be a reasonable notion, correct? I have learned that there are many people out there that hold onto their money more tightly than a constipated butthole holding on to poop. Hear me out.

I have learned that customer service does have a price. For example, if you go to a restaurant and your bill is ten dollars, you are suppose to generally tip 20% which is 2 dollars. But here is where I have now learned to disagree. If your waiter or waitress is amazing, why cut them short, why not leave them a five spot to show your appreciacion. If your bill is 50 bucks because you bought two steaks, instead of a plate of nachos, then 20 percent is then much more than the 10 dollar meal. My question is, why tip more because the meal is more expensive? It's the same amount of work to bring two plates of steak as it is to bring two plates of nachos, therefore you should not tip on food price but on quality of customer service.

My point is this: If someone works on the notion of tips, be a noble person and tip them accordingly to their act of good or bad service. You cant bring your money to Heaven, so why not make someone elses day by showing them some of Gods love and giving a little of what you have actually been given. Think, you could be a dog and forever be in the push-up position, so be grateful.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

It starts Now!!

Well heres to a new start on the ol' blogspots. I have no idea why i decided to do this or really have any idea how it is going to come out. It may be funny, it may be intriguing, or it may be down right a waste of your time. We shall see.

The reason I decided to start a blogspot was because today in the shower I made a pretty witty comment to myself and said "Hey, I come up with some pretty good stuff sometimes" but the only person who ever really gets to hear it is Michelle and thats after the fact that I already said it to myself so now it doesnt make any sense. It reminds me of an old Mitch Hedberg joke.....

"I mumble a lot offstage; I'm a mumbler. If I'm walking with a friend and I say something, he won't hear me. He'll say, "What?" So I'll say it again, but once again he doesn't hear me, so he says, "What?" But really it's just some insignificant s*** that I'm saying, but now I'm yelling, "That tree is far away!"

So now that I have a blogspot you can all hear my insignificance. I guess Ill really start tomorrow. Oh yea, if you actually read my blog, make a comment for me to read so that I really know that you guys exist out there.