Amanda Elizabeth McCann
August 2,1989- March 18,2008
Amanda E. McCann 18, of Newport Died at 3:00a.m. Wednesday at Mercy Memorial Hospital.She was driving home from work, when a drunk driver pulled, into her lane concluding with a head on collision. She just had gotten off her shift at Pete's Garage. She died in the E.R. with major complications resulting in her tragic death.
Friends may call from 2-9p.m. Thursday at the Rupp Funeral Home, where services will be help at 11 a.m. Friday. Rev. Stanley Ashton pastor of Trinity Lutheran Church will officiate.
Born August 2, 1989 in Oregon,OH she was the daughter of Nancy Carleski and Dan McCann. Though she was very young she had much ambition. She was enrolled at Eastern Michigan University for Aviation Technologhy. More than anything Amanda's dream was to become a pilot, she was currently working on her private pilots licsence.
She loved movies, and traveling with her family and friends. Too young to start her adult life she still had a taste for adventure, just like her beloved mother Nancy that has a dear passion for travel, both promised each other that one day they would take a cruise to Alaska.
Amanda will be dearly missed but never forgotten, for when the wind blows and you hear the faint whispers of a plane in the distance remember the girl who dreamed about souring high, for she is not here in life but will always remain in our hearts,The green eyed girl that made everyone feel welcomed and no one left out. You will never be left out in our dreams for when we sleep we be with you again. You were taken from us before you could make all your dreams come true, let ther be justice from our pain...you will never die but always live on through our kind words, Amanda Elizabeth McCann.Sleep Well.
Memorials may be made to Trinity Lutheran Church. Online condolences may be sent though www.ruppfuneralhomeimc.com
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Series of Diary Entry
Entry 1
I feel the pressure coming down like bricks....bricks not being placed but thrown onto my back. I know its important to memorize the drink menu but it's not everything...remember Amanda you have a test. Yes, yes of course, don't explain yourself school comes first, then your stupid job. I mean what 18 year old actually knows what is in a Lond island ice tea...I just found out that isnt not ice tea. It seems like paat 9 all people want to do is drink. I hate closing here at Pete's you have to stay here till 2:30a.m. and there are people who stay here that long. It seems like forever...."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have know a few drunks that come into my work. I interviewed someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasn’t…Sad I know. The audience for the book i read about alcohol abuse is to understand why people feel the need to spend hours in a bar waisting away drinking, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I much rather spend my time studying to become a pilot, something that doesnt put me down.
Entry 2
I finally soloed I think this is one of the happiest days of my life, I was so scared, I didnt know what I was gonna do when I was up there by myself because I was shaking and so nervous. I was so glad when I was finally on the ground and my flight instructor was waiting for me at the hanger, he filmed the entire thing so that I could show my family what I did. I remember though in the back of my mind that I'm gonna have to go to work soon... I hate work...but I won't let this bring me down. I'll just continue my research and observations for my essay. I have been spending a lot of time on it so I hope everyone enjoys it. I still can't believe I flew all by myself!
(Later that Night.)
I tried... I tried so hard not to let anyone get to my or anything...this horrible place ruined one of the happiest times of my life, I let them I tried not to but I couldnt stop them. They have no heart for people who have a furute. I remember reading the book Talking texts : how speech and writing interact in school
learning . I read that people talk differently in certain cituations like when your at dinner vs. work. I know you wouldnt be talking about what movie you want to see in the middle of a buisness meeting. I know the way people act when they drink and treat me isnt the way they would at home or work. This doesnt make up for how they act but is sure explains a lot.
Entry 3
I don't want to work here anymore. I don't feel the need to be here at all. I have put my application in Blockbuster and recieved a call for an interview. If I get the job I'm leaving at once. I think Ill like it there, I mean why shouldnt I, I love movies and I'v seen a bunch of them. I think it was the last staw when I asked one of my customers, a man what he wanted to drink and he grinned and replied "brest milk" followed by "and can I get it myself?" I could have shot him...but them I would have gotten fired...almost worth it though, well I told the manager about it and he ran up to the guy told him off and was about to ask him to leave when the owner walts up told the manager to leave and bought the man a round of beers with his buddies. It mad me sick. So, so sick. I knew then that I could no longer be close to a place like this ever again. The owner even offered me a job at his other resturant, thinking that I would like it because it's smaller and more fancy...well I told him to shove it. If Blockbuster does not hire me I will Keep lookingand not lose faith, I know that I can get a better job. I won't make nearly as much but atleast I'll have my pride, I will just have to save more and spend less, I can do that I know I can. I can be every responsible when I want to.
I feel the pressure coming down like bricks....bricks not being placed but thrown onto my back. I know its important to memorize the drink menu but it's not everything...remember Amanda you have a test. Yes, yes of course, don't explain yourself school comes first, then your stupid job. I mean what 18 year old actually knows what is in a Lond island ice tea...I just found out that isnt not ice tea. It seems like paat 9 all people want to do is drink. I hate closing here at Pete's you have to stay here till 2:30a.m. and there are people who stay here that long. It seems like forever...."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have know a few drunks that come into my work. I interviewed someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasn’t…Sad I know. The audience for the book i read about alcohol abuse is to understand why people feel the need to spend hours in a bar waisting away drinking, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I much rather spend my time studying to become a pilot, something that doesnt put me down.
Entry 2
I finally soloed I think this is one of the happiest days of my life, I was so scared, I didnt know what I was gonna do when I was up there by myself because I was shaking and so nervous. I was so glad when I was finally on the ground and my flight instructor was waiting for me at the hanger, he filmed the entire thing so that I could show my family what I did. I remember though in the back of my mind that I'm gonna have to go to work soon... I hate work...but I won't let this bring me down. I'll just continue my research and observations for my essay. I have been spending a lot of time on it so I hope everyone enjoys it. I still can't believe I flew all by myself!
(Later that Night.)
I tried... I tried so hard not to let anyone get to my or anything...this horrible place ruined one of the happiest times of my life, I let them I tried not to but I couldnt stop them. They have no heart for people who have a furute. I remember reading the book Talking texts : how speech and writing interact in school
learning . I read that people talk differently in certain cituations like when your at dinner vs. work. I know you wouldnt be talking about what movie you want to see in the middle of a buisness meeting. I know the way people act when they drink and treat me isnt the way they would at home or work. This doesnt make up for how they act but is sure explains a lot.
Entry 3
I don't want to work here anymore. I don't feel the need to be here at all. I have put my application in Blockbuster and recieved a call for an interview. If I get the job I'm leaving at once. I think Ill like it there, I mean why shouldnt I, I love movies and I'v seen a bunch of them. I think it was the last staw when I asked one of my customers, a man what he wanted to drink and he grinned and replied "brest milk" followed by "and can I get it myself?" I could have shot him...but them I would have gotten fired...almost worth it though, well I told the manager about it and he ran up to the guy told him off and was about to ask him to leave when the owner walts up told the manager to leave and bought the man a round of beers with his buddies. It mad me sick. So, so sick. I knew then that I could no longer be close to a place like this ever again. The owner even offered me a job at his other resturant, thinking that I would like it because it's smaller and more fancy...well I told him to shove it. If Blockbuster does not hire me I will Keep lookingand not lose faith, I know that I can get a better job. I won't make nearly as much but atleast I'll have my pride, I will just have to save more and spend less, I can do that I know I can. I can be every responsible when I want to.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Very Short Assugnment "Step one"
I have many questions that I would like to continue to research to find more answers that have yet to be solved or further looked at with my community. Some that I will look deeper at is why everyone lets other walk all over them for a few more dollars and little respect, aswell as why people can be so fake and not have there concisous effect by it. I know I might not be able to answer all of this the way that people who are this can, but I am going to try. My audience for this project is clearly those who pretend to be those they are not, and people in the resturant buisness who must act certain ways and do certain things to get the job done. I would like to believe that some college students might be intereged to read what I will write. I want to speak out to those who have been mistreated in there jobs and everyday life who havent found the strength to stand up because they feel that there job is more important then there self respect, I know this will be hard for those to step forward but I want them to know that I was once like them but I found the courage to move forward. I believe that teachers will be moved by what I have to say and will take that into concideration when helping those write truly what is on there minds and not what they think the teacher would like to hear.
Here is a list of my genre's I have chosen to use (Sarah if you feel that these are bad just let me know and I will find others.)
1.Obituary (One of the drunks left without being cut off so that Pete's could make a buck and on the way home he hit a kid riding his bike home in the dark.)
2.Scene from a movie/play/script (The play Ceasar I will use when he is stabbed and betrayed by many, crossing with the argument interview I saw at Pete's.)
3. Dictionary entries (I will make a list of words that I think describe Pete's and write my own thoughts of what the words really mean.)
4. Series of diary entries (I will write 3 diary entries of my experience and feelings at Pete's.)
5. Resignation Letter (I will have a full page letter of me leaving Pete's and why in ways that is more professional hidding a lot of my true feelings in respect for them, what little I have.)
6.Map (I will make a percice map of the resturant in detail of where everything is and what is looks like from a birds eye view.)
7.Memo (If I were a manager I would like to send a memo out about respect and list many other things that should have been addressed to Pete's long ago.)
8. Poems ( I will end with a poem that truly shares my feelings and thought about how I was when working there and how I am now.)
Here is a list of my genre's I have chosen to use (Sarah if you feel that these are bad just let me know and I will find others.)
1.Obituary (One of the drunks left without being cut off so that Pete's could make a buck and on the way home he hit a kid riding his bike home in the dark.)
2.Scene from a movie/play/script (The play Ceasar I will use when he is stabbed and betrayed by many, crossing with the argument interview I saw at Pete's.)
3. Dictionary entries (I will make a list of words that I think describe Pete's and write my own thoughts of what the words really mean.)
4. Series of diary entries (I will write 3 diary entries of my experience and feelings at Pete's.)
5. Resignation Letter (I will have a full page letter of me leaving Pete's and why in ways that is more professional hidding a lot of my true feelings in respect for them, what little I have.)
6.Map (I will make a percice map of the resturant in detail of where everything is and what is looks like from a birds eye view.)
7.Memo (If I were a manager I would like to send a memo out about respect and list many other things that should have been addressed to Pete's long ago.)
8. Poems ( I will end with a poem that truly shares my feelings and thought about how I was when working there and how I am now.)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Interview Reflection Post
Sarah Beth,
My interview with Pete's inself as a whole...is beautiful. My story is through my eyes with others sharing there bits and peices or pain. I want to share with everyone what they too have felt and slowly have been able to tell me. Before I left I felt honored that they would do so knowing that they could talk to me. I promised I would keep names hidden and only use what I know for this project, and not to hurt them in return. I will use this in my essay because it's like the iceing on this beautiful cake I have made with everything I have learned and found out about this place and ways to obsorb everything more with the research I learned.
Here is a list of those I have Interviewed: (Hidden)
1. Manager Bald
2. Manager Kind
3. Blonde waitress
4. Pizza Man
5. Hostest Ash
They all fit in so well because they all play key parts in this little community of mine, without them...there would be no Resturant...in my eyes may be a good thing. The interview slowly opened my eyes and made it easy to answer my research question. Everyone felt certain pains that I have felt but all in there own ways, weither it was because of there child, they pride, or there feelings...it was all effected...my vanity was hurt more then others...but now I understand why. Everyone I interviewed were insiders...they have worked there for a long time and know all about this place, some did not agree with me about this place and others were dying to find a way out...some wanted to leave but were bound to this place because of there child. I almost knew what each of them would say...I picked them for a reason, because I saw them hurt by this place have a baby while working at this place and almost giving all of their time to this place so I knew that would have much to say.
My interview with Pete's inself as a whole...is beautiful. My story is through my eyes with others sharing there bits and peices or pain. I want to share with everyone what they too have felt and slowly have been able to tell me. Before I left I felt honored that they would do so knowing that they could talk to me. I promised I would keep names hidden and only use what I know for this project, and not to hurt them in return. I will use this in my essay because it's like the iceing on this beautiful cake I have made with everything I have learned and found out about this place and ways to obsorb everything more with the research I learned.
Here is a list of those I have Interviewed: (Hidden)
1. Manager Bald
2. Manager Kind
3. Blonde waitress
4. Pizza Man
5. Hostest Ash
They all fit in so well because they all play key parts in this little community of mine, without them...there would be no Resturant...in my eyes may be a good thing. The interview slowly opened my eyes and made it easy to answer my research question. Everyone felt certain pains that I have felt but all in there own ways, weither it was because of there child, they pride, or there feelings...it was all effected...my vanity was hurt more then others...but now I understand why. Everyone I interviewed were insiders...they have worked there for a long time and know all about this place, some did not agree with me about this place and others were dying to find a way out...some wanted to leave but were bound to this place because of there child. I almost knew what each of them would say...I picked them for a reason, because I saw them hurt by this place have a baby while working at this place and almost giving all of their time to this place so I knew that would have much to say.
Final Research Question Proposal
This is the basic jist of my first Research Proposal..."Why isn’t anyone standing up and saying something, if everyone feels the same way that I do about this place?" I think I might know some reasons why but I'm not ready to reveal my conclusions until I know for a fact that they are concrete.
I have the answer but I am not ready tp reveal it because I know it will ruin the paper, and I can't risk that, I'm sure that you probably already know the answer but it will sound a whole lot better mot repeated but only said once and thats in my essay which I have started to conduct, I feel it will be one of my better writings, though I will not be too original with my words because I have already wrote much of my paper in my blogs, I still feel that with all of my hard work and researh I will still make this very interesting for you to read.
I also took what you said into deep consideration. I have took the liberty and talked to a few people who didn't work at the resturant and asked them about there uncomfortable working conditions and how they handle it. My mother works at FORD and as you know FORD is going threw a very hard time and is cutting a lot of people's jobs, luckly my mother has kept her job aswell as my step-father. Everyday my mother goes to work and she works knowing that she could be fired at any moment and there isnt a thing she can do about it. She says that it's a very scary thing having 2 kids in college and only being 50 she worries about herself when she one day will want to retire. I try to be there for her but only she and her other co-workers can really know how that feels, to put so much time and years into a job and then be stabed in the back. When I worked at a movie-theater I dedicated 2 years there (would have been more if I could) and out of no where the place went out of buisness and they told us 3 days before so that we would work out the rest of out shifts...i felt betrayed it was a horrible day. I also looked into my researching on cults like you mentioned and found many answers. I know now how to answer my question but once again I will wait, trust me when I say I am confident about this and I am on the right track.I am glad you like the question as much as I do.
I have the answer but I am not ready tp reveal it because I know it will ruin the paper, and I can't risk that, I'm sure that you probably already know the answer but it will sound a whole lot better mot repeated but only said once and thats in my essay which I have started to conduct, I feel it will be one of my better writings, though I will not be too original with my words because I have already wrote much of my paper in my blogs, I still feel that with all of my hard work and researh I will still make this very interesting for you to read.
I also took what you said into deep consideration. I have took the liberty and talked to a few people who didn't work at the resturant and asked them about there uncomfortable working conditions and how they handle it. My mother works at FORD and as you know FORD is going threw a very hard time and is cutting a lot of people's jobs, luckly my mother has kept her job aswell as my step-father. Everyday my mother goes to work and she works knowing that she could be fired at any moment and there isnt a thing she can do about it. She says that it's a very scary thing having 2 kids in college and only being 50 she worries about herself when she one day will want to retire. I try to be there for her but only she and her other co-workers can really know how that feels, to put so much time and years into a job and then be stabed in the back. When I worked at a movie-theater I dedicated 2 years there (would have been more if I could) and out of no where the place went out of buisness and they told us 3 days before so that we would work out the rest of out shifts...i felt betrayed it was a horrible day. I also looked into my researching on cults like you mentioned and found many answers. I know now how to answer my question but once again I will wait, trust me when I say I am confident about this and I am on the right track.I am glad you like the question as much as I do.
CRJ's #3
Feburary, 20th 2008
2:59P.M.-4:26P.M.
"Car 4"
Left side of page
"Observations" 8-11
-Things seem pillowed, I can barly hear.
-I can see the waitresses scurry about like mice in a maze.
-I can see people entering through the two glass door and a beam of light tries to escape.
-I can also see smoke creep through the door as it has a breeze enter through the door as well.
-I smell cigarettes all kinds not being able to tell what brand is what,except that one is "Black n Milds" and has a horrible smell to it.
-Right below me is where the kitchen is located, and I can still hear the faint echos of the cooks bickering about another pointless thing.
-I hear someone behind one of the cars where we keep all of our dry stock..they must be getting something.
-I yawn because this I know how boring this place is but I also think to myself that I shortly won't have to be here anymore after this essay.
-I notice that the car was infact a real car that drove on the road, which is pretty cool.
-I see that the radio still is intact and the wheels have been taken car of, the car is from the 50's that's all I really know for sure, other than that I'm clueless, I think I know more about planes then cars.
-I see from a distance that my friend Steff (not like everyone else that works there she's actually nice) I see her walking up the steps towards my car.
-She sits acorss from me in the car, I see her hands are full of silverware.
-Steff begins to rolls silverware and I observe how she places a fork and knife together on the corner of a napkin then slowly rolls
-We only roll silverware when we get bored...otherwise we just slap in on the table.
-She finished grabs everything and goes back downstairs, I decide to follow her because I'm not getting any action upstairs in the car.
-I sit on the bottom step because I know today is slow and they will not sit anyone upstairs...so I wont be in the way.
-I can see into the kitchen from here...I see the dishwasher.
-I see how people just throw there dishes at him without cleaning them off or seperating the silverware from the dishes.
-I see when they drop things and water splashes everywhere, he signs and shakes his head
-I imagine in his mind he is counting down the minutes till he can leave this horrible enviorment.
-I feel a breeze from the side down being open and shiver a little. I know it's about time for me to leave because I only become more depressed seeing things like this.
-I see waitresses take there bad tips out on the hostest because of something they have nothing to do with.
- As I walk out the door I turn around once more and shake my head at this awful place.
-The door slowly shuts behind me, and I hear the faint echos from the bar faid away.
-I get into my car and start it, sigh of relief...and drive away...smileing.
Right Side of Pages 8-11.
"Questions and Observations"
-The car covers you like a dome...older people prefer to sit in them because it blocks, some smoke and some noise the the bar heavenly pollutes. Personally, if you want a nice quite place, eat somewhere else.
-Sometimes I would hide up here for what seemed like hours, not wanting to come down and back into the rush.
-I remember when I worked mornings and after the sun hit a certain part where it shined threw like windows in a church they would make me shut them quickly...like we were vampires.
-I would wake up in the middle of the night because of all the smoke I enhaled during a long night at Pete's
-I never knew what "Black n Mild" were untill I was about 14 and I was waiting at my bus stop and some kid got a hold of them and was smoking them infront of all the children to show off...later that day I believe it made him sick...I don't remember everything.
-The kitchen is always so loud, I never understood why there so loud, can't customers here them...I think they should be much more quite.
-I remember long nights there and later on being asked to run upstairs and fetch a long list of stock...I would have to make several trips up and down the stairs because I am too small to lift everything at once...no one offered to help.
- I really do enjoy this class and research...I just know that I'm paying a price being here...but I want everyone to know how much I hate this place.
-So many customers come into this place wanting to dine in our cars. Mostly older couples or children, every now and then you get someone who travleled here from an hour away. Then there's the high school kids that think there just fun. I mean I admit the first time I came here I thought it was pretty cool.Cleaning the cars seem to take forever...and there is always something that the managers or owners find to bitch about. I atleast can never make them happy...atleast I wont have to anymore.
-Steff is pure, she likes working here...I think it's another case of being dumb means 95% of the time she's happy. That's why I like her so much...all she wants to do right now is party and make money. Wouldnt that be a nice life, her parents take care of everything else, she's not stuck up though...she great.
-I remember walking down these stairs once and slipping I got up looked around and thought that no one saw me and really...a lot of people did...customers came up and even asked if I was okay. I felt so stupid and all of my co-workers reminded me of it for the rest of the night.
-I can't treat anyone like I'm higher then them. I don't think I'm better then him...truth be told that when I was a hostest he prolly made more money then I did. I know he has a child that he loves very much and I know he loves pizza, I also know that against my thoughts he sells valume.(sp?) I know this because I have taken the time to talk to him...because I care.
-As I walk out I think of all the horrible things that have taken place here and all the things bad that will continue to happen here. I had a story of my life in this box...I wanted to share it with you because from one intellegent person to another, every story is worth telling, maybe my pain will be set free from letting another know what I have felt. Your words have healed me before, now maybe others will follow and do the same.
2:59P.M.-4:26P.M.
"Car 4"
Left side of page
"Observations" 8-11
-Things seem pillowed, I can barly hear.
-I can see the waitresses scurry about like mice in a maze.
-I can see people entering through the two glass door and a beam of light tries to escape.
-I can also see smoke creep through the door as it has a breeze enter through the door as well.
-I smell cigarettes all kinds not being able to tell what brand is what,except that one is "Black n Milds" and has a horrible smell to it.
-Right below me is where the kitchen is located, and I can still hear the faint echos of the cooks bickering about another pointless thing.
-I hear someone behind one of the cars where we keep all of our dry stock..they must be getting something.
-I yawn because this I know how boring this place is but I also think to myself that I shortly won't have to be here anymore after this essay.
-I notice that the car was infact a real car that drove on the road, which is pretty cool.
-I see that the radio still is intact and the wheels have been taken car of, the car is from the 50's that's all I really know for sure, other than that I'm clueless, I think I know more about planes then cars.
-I see from a distance that my friend Steff (not like everyone else that works there she's actually nice) I see her walking up the steps towards my car.
-She sits acorss from me in the car, I see her hands are full of silverware.
-Steff begins to rolls silverware and I observe how she places a fork and knife together on the corner of a napkin then slowly rolls
-We only roll silverware when we get bored...otherwise we just slap in on the table.
-She finished grabs everything and goes back downstairs, I decide to follow her because I'm not getting any action upstairs in the car.
-I sit on the bottom step because I know today is slow and they will not sit anyone upstairs...so I wont be in the way.
-I can see into the kitchen from here...I see the dishwasher.
-I see how people just throw there dishes at him without cleaning them off or seperating the silverware from the dishes.
-I see when they drop things and water splashes everywhere, he signs and shakes his head
-I imagine in his mind he is counting down the minutes till he can leave this horrible enviorment.
-I feel a breeze from the side down being open and shiver a little. I know it's about time for me to leave because I only become more depressed seeing things like this.
-I see waitresses take there bad tips out on the hostest because of something they have nothing to do with.
- As I walk out the door I turn around once more and shake my head at this awful place.
-The door slowly shuts behind me, and I hear the faint echos from the bar faid away.
-I get into my car and start it, sigh of relief...and drive away...smileing.
Right Side of Pages 8-11.
"Questions and Observations"
-The car covers you like a dome...older people prefer to sit in them because it blocks, some smoke and some noise the the bar heavenly pollutes. Personally, if you want a nice quite place, eat somewhere else.
-Sometimes I would hide up here for what seemed like hours, not wanting to come down and back into the rush.
-I remember when I worked mornings and after the sun hit a certain part where it shined threw like windows in a church they would make me shut them quickly...like we were vampires.
-I would wake up in the middle of the night because of all the smoke I enhaled during a long night at Pete's
-I never knew what "Black n Mild" were untill I was about 14 and I was waiting at my bus stop and some kid got a hold of them and was smoking them infront of all the children to show off...later that day I believe it made him sick...I don't remember everything.
-The kitchen is always so loud, I never understood why there so loud, can't customers here them...I think they should be much more quite.
-I remember long nights there and later on being asked to run upstairs and fetch a long list of stock...I would have to make several trips up and down the stairs because I am too small to lift everything at once...no one offered to help.
- I really do enjoy this class and research...I just know that I'm paying a price being here...but I want everyone to know how much I hate this place.
-So many customers come into this place wanting to dine in our cars. Mostly older couples or children, every now and then you get someone who travleled here from an hour away. Then there's the high school kids that think there just fun. I mean I admit the first time I came here I thought it was pretty cool.Cleaning the cars seem to take forever...and there is always something that the managers or owners find to bitch about. I atleast can never make them happy...atleast I wont have to anymore.
-Steff is pure, she likes working here...I think it's another case of being dumb means 95% of the time she's happy. That's why I like her so much...all she wants to do right now is party and make money. Wouldnt that be a nice life, her parents take care of everything else, she's not stuck up though...she great.
-I remember walking down these stairs once and slipping I got up looked around and thought that no one saw me and really...a lot of people did...customers came up and even asked if I was okay. I felt so stupid and all of my co-workers reminded me of it for the rest of the night.
-I can't treat anyone like I'm higher then them. I don't think I'm better then him...truth be told that when I was a hostest he prolly made more money then I did. I know he has a child that he loves very much and I know he loves pizza, I also know that against my thoughts he sells valume.(sp?) I know this because I have taken the time to talk to him...because I care.
-As I walk out I think of all the horrible things that have taken place here and all the things bad that will continue to happen here. I had a story of my life in this box...I wanted to share it with you because from one intellegent person to another, every story is worth telling, maybe my pain will be set free from letting another know what I have felt. Your words have healed me before, now maybe others will follow and do the same.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"Annotated Bibliography #3"
Lankford, Ronnie D.. Alcohol abuse. Detroit: Greenhaven Press, 2007.
Now I'm really going to be put up to the test of "Multi Tasking" I am currently listening to music reading about drunks and writing to you all about it...plus I'm texting so bare with me. I think this book would be really funny to use in my research essay because hey, I mean do I deal with drunks or what...I'm good at it too. I know almost every reason why there drinking and I am always right when it comes to guessing what they will drink. I have memorized a whole alphabet on beer and I'm getting pretty darn good with alcohol. Don't ask me how to make anything because I'd prolly be wrong...truth is I could care less, I am bad at waitressing at the bar because I choose to be I don't give a shit how I am there, I refuse to study the menu and drinks because I give all my "studying time" too school...I guess it's just something I'll have to eventually forgive myself for...haha. So sorry about the run on but seriously...I never stop to take a breath when I talk so no use in lying on here when I type...my mind runs thousands of words at a time.
Lets talk more about the book..."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have a whole handful of people on...funny to in my interview with "Pete's Restaurant" (the whole place as a whole) I interview someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasnt..Sad I know. The audience for this book has to be either drunks, recovering drunks, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I tried to focus on why they are like this...I'm not reading it to help them, I don't want to help them...half those bastards hit on me or said the worse things to me, sad part is that they are all right around the age of me father. I am using this book for my essay then after that I'll move on and never look back. I am so much stronger then them, and I am learning that. Thanks to you I feel so much better about myself...college has opened my eyes to so much...sometimes when I walk alone threw campus with music playing in my ears and the wind blowing through my hair with the distinct smell of leaves I feel so relaxed and happy...I know life is changing and first I was scared now I open my arms to it... I love life and how beautiful it is...every...single..Thing. I don’t need a clouded little restaurant bringing me down, or a boy making me cry, I need to smile... and I will. Thank you my little Jewish Sarah Beth, your right being smart is our curse but I will use it to my advantage, I will help others who fall behind and write some of the most beautiful things I can possible bare to put down on paper, I like over thinking, but I also want to separate myself from it and have some fun, I will slowly I will like I have in the past.
Serrats, Marta. Bar design. Cologne: Daab GmbH, 2006
Why not look at how bars are designed...I mean you know everything is made and laid out for a purpose. When you go to Las Vegas and check-in to you hotel you must first walk threw the casino to get to you room. They do this so that quest see the entertainment and are more likely to stop, gamble and come back later to do it again. In resturants they put the bar in the middle are like a brain the center of action where everything takes place, they surround it with pretty lights and in sports bars T.V.'s. They almost make it seem like anyone who is anyone must be here where everything is going on. The purpose for this book would mainly be designs for bars and layouts for better and more convient entertainment.I personally focused on how the made and put the bar in a place where it would get more people to buy more drinks, thus making the bar more profit. I would have to say the main audience other than me once again for researching purposes would be maybe Artitects of those thinking about buidling or investing in a location for a bar. I didn't get too much information for this book because it was a little eirelavent to my topic but I still wanted to know if not only the bar that I worked at purposly put the bar in the middle but if many others did that too. I even went to a few other resturants and bars even really classy ones and found that the bar always was dolled up really nice and was the center of the foundation.Sorry Sarah Beth for this citaion being so short I asure you that I will make it up in my essay, I have much to say and I think I might use some of my blog writings in my essay, if thats okay with you. Thanks.
Now I'm really going to be put up to the test of "Multi Tasking" I am currently listening to music reading about drunks and writing to you all about it...plus I'm texting so bare with me. I think this book would be really funny to use in my research essay because hey, I mean do I deal with drunks or what...I'm good at it too. I know almost every reason why there drinking and I am always right when it comes to guessing what they will drink. I have memorized a whole alphabet on beer and I'm getting pretty darn good with alcohol. Don't ask me how to make anything because I'd prolly be wrong...truth is I could care less, I am bad at waitressing at the bar because I choose to be I don't give a shit how I am there, I refuse to study the menu and drinks because I give all my "studying time" too school...I guess it's just something I'll have to eventually forgive myself for...haha. So sorry about the run on but seriously...I never stop to take a breath when I talk so no use in lying on here when I type...my mind runs thousands of words at a time.
Lets talk more about the book..."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have a whole handful of people on...funny to in my interview with "Pete's Restaurant" (the whole place as a whole) I interview someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasnt..Sad I know. The audience for this book has to be either drunks, recovering drunks, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I tried to focus on why they are like this...I'm not reading it to help them, I don't want to help them...half those bastards hit on me or said the worse things to me, sad part is that they are all right around the age of me father. I am using this book for my essay then after that I'll move on and never look back. I am so much stronger then them, and I am learning that. Thanks to you I feel so much better about myself...college has opened my eyes to so much...sometimes when I walk alone threw campus with music playing in my ears and the wind blowing through my hair with the distinct smell of leaves I feel so relaxed and happy...I know life is changing and first I was scared now I open my arms to it... I love life and how beautiful it is...every...single..Thing. I don’t need a clouded little restaurant bringing me down, or a boy making me cry, I need to smile... and I will. Thank you my little Jewish Sarah Beth, your right being smart is our curse but I will use it to my advantage, I will help others who fall behind and write some of the most beautiful things I can possible bare to put down on paper, I like over thinking, but I also want to separate myself from it and have some fun, I will slowly I will like I have in the past.
Serrats, Marta. Bar design. Cologne: Daab GmbH, 2006
Why not look at how bars are designed...I mean you know everything is made and laid out for a purpose. When you go to Las Vegas and check-in to you hotel you must first walk threw the casino to get to you room. They do this so that quest see the entertainment and are more likely to stop, gamble and come back later to do it again. In resturants they put the bar in the middle are like a brain the center of action where everything takes place, they surround it with pretty lights and in sports bars T.V.'s. They almost make it seem like anyone who is anyone must be here where everything is going on. The purpose for this book would mainly be designs for bars and layouts for better and more convient entertainment.I personally focused on how the made and put the bar in a place where it would get more people to buy more drinks, thus making the bar more profit. I would have to say the main audience other than me once again for researching purposes would be maybe Artitects of those thinking about buidling or investing in a location for a bar. I didn't get too much information for this book because it was a little eirelavent to my topic but I still wanted to know if not only the bar that I worked at purposly put the bar in the middle but if many others did that too. I even went to a few other resturants and bars even really classy ones and found that the bar always was dolled up really nice and was the center of the foundation.Sorry Sarah Beth for this citaion being so short I asure you that I will make it up in my essay, I have much to say and I think I might use some of my blog writings in my essay, if thats okay with you. Thanks.
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