Open your arms to change, but don't let go of your values.

I wanted to write about this a few days ago, actually over the past weekend, but I wanted to wait. I decided to send a birthday card to someone, just to see if they would see it or not. If would reply or not.

Nothing.

I just sat there thinking, things do die over time. People forget me. Things just are not the same anymore. A birthday card to remember someone and maybe they would recognize the fact that I still remember. Nothing. Nothing at all. No thanks. Nothing.

After all the crap that has been going on in my life and knowing that people hate me and I have to put up with it every day, I was just hoping that people from the past would still care and remember me. That they would realize that I do care and I do remember.

I guess not. I am the forgotten one, and things slowly died over time and cannot be bought back.

Around noon today, I went to eat lunch. I just felt like getting a chicken burger and to sit down in a quiet place alone and eat. So I walked to a burger place and I stood in the empty line. I looked at the menu, and I made my decision of what combo I wanted within 15 seconds. I sat there waiting, where is the cashier? I looked back, and the employees were all back in the kitchen. I heard a bit of murmuring, and then an old lady came up to the cash register. It was off and now she was turning it on. I waited a few seconds, and then she asked me what I liked in a deep unenthusiastic voice.

I told her what I wanted, and I wanted it for here. Not to go.

Another lady in the back was in the kitchen doing the grilling. I waited and waited. She then came up to me and asked who has the grilled chicken and if it was for here or to go. I was like “ah, me and my tray is right in front of me. So obviously here.”

She then went back and kept flipping the chicken.

Then the food was done and she put it under this heater lamp thing. The cashier goes to her and tells her to put the personal garnishing. The grill lady loudly said, “No. My job clearly indicates that I am not to do that and the cashier is responsible for that.”

I looked to the person next to me who ordered right after me and we just stared at each other in disbelief.

The cashier lady went to the back and was so mad, and then went to the sink and washed her hand. Then the grill lady murmured something that I couldn’t hear, so the cashier lady (who seemed to be the boss or manager of the place) screamed at her and said, “excuse me. Are you the boss? Last time I checked I was the boss and you cannot talk to a boss like that.”

I was like what in the world just happened. Holy smokes the women are fighting.

After that I left and I took the first bite of my grilled chicken sandwich and it was barely warm.

I was like great, they fight, scream at each other, and I get a cold sandwich. Can’t people stop FIGHTING over stupid who does what and where and how and work and just get paid so I can enjoy a grilled chicken sandwich in peace! Man. Everywhere I go, people are either fighting or acting stupid. I am sick of it and sick of people.