So, since I quit my job and decided to stay at home, I've been getting a little stir crazy. So I hit up my step dad for a favor. Please, oh please, let me waitress a few nights a month (this is a dramatization, I did not beg, I asked politely). Anyway, so I've waitressed a couple Saturday nights at the Brass Rail in Grandy-another sidenote, my Stepdad is co-owner-, and MAN OH MAN, what a workout! I am completely sore, and when I am done at the end of the night, I feel like I could just fall right over! Holy Canoli! Who would've thought?! I have to admit, waitressing is a lot harder than what it looks. I'll take working with the mentally ill population over waitressing, hands down, but it is a great way for me to get out a night or two here and there, and make some great money, and talk with a lot of adults. So, keep your fingers crossed that I can get in to the swing of it, and get better and better at it, so that I can really enjoy, and not stress out that I am doing ...