Thursday, October 16
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I was a bit upset with one of the statements that my friend said today when we ate out.
so there was a bunch of us eating in Castro's (a mexican restaurant across for our dorms). It was me, kiyomi, yui, anri, jean and mel. Towards the end when we were paying our bill, I realized that we were a bit lacking for the tip. I turned to Mel, who was paying for my share, and asked her, "Did we give our share of the tip?"
She gave a sharp "No." I said that in restaurants, you should at least give 15% of the tip. She said, it depends on some places. We're in Brooklyn, she said.
For some reason, I took offense to that. I think it shouldnt matter whether we're in brooklyn or not, this is still a person's salary. This is the waiter's salary. Because in america, waiters get less than $5 an hour because they're expected to rely on tip for their income.
I dont know. Maybe my thinking is in the wrong, but I was actually pissed when she said that. The waitresses were nice and attentive. They filled up our glasses and were patient to arrange the tables for our group.
With my calcualtions, we were supposed to give $1 for the tip, each. However, one of us, god bless her, gave 2 dollars instead of one because of someone's stinginess.
I mean, sure, I'm stingy myself. Thats why I barely go out in the first place. But still, you should at least appreciate the hard work of that person and be decent enough to tip them.
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I know I havent posted that much. Thats because I never had a plenty of things to say. But I just want to say, hellu!
To those who know me and stumbled upon this after giving up on it, I'd like to apologize for not updating.
And I think the only person that can read this would be my brother, Justin. (Hellu!)
I'd like to say that in my Computer Graphics Major, my teacher said I was smart. He said I was not behind in class ----Far from it, in fact.
Though I feel so grateful for receiving such a compliment, deep in my heart I reject it. Even if I respect my teacher in the most honest to goodness sense.
Every time I write a code in processing, I feel stupider and stupider. I cant make it do what I want it to do. I never seem to succeed in my visions and my ideas. I cant control it.
It pisses me off.
I'm ok. I'm just pissed. I might die from havving high blood pressure (thanks, lola).
Labels: college, friends, pratt
