Things That Must Go.... Restaurant Style

I like to listen to the X96 morning show... I like this idea... And I'm a waitress... here ya go.

~Children that run around the restaurant at free will while their parents ignore them and talk to their friends.
~Asking your waitress for one thing, and when she comes back with it, asking her for one more thing, and when she comes back with it, asking her for one more thing, and when she comes back with it, asking her for one more thing.... BRAINSTORM PEOPLE!! Do you need napkins and fry sauce? ASK AT THE SAME TIME!!
~Complaining about the selection on the menu... you want steak? Go to Ruby River!
~Verbal tipping. Doesn't do me any good just to hear I did a good job. Doesn't do me any good if you just write me a nice comment card. I am working. For money. If you can't afford to tip, you shouldn't come to a sit down restaurant.
~Sitting in your booth for 3 hours on a Friday night. I don't know how to explain this to you to help it sink in, but as servers, we make $2.13 an hour. $2.13!! My hourly wage depends on how much I'm bringing in off of tips each hour. If you tip me $6.00, and you stay in that booth for 3 hours, I only made $2.00 an hour off of you. If you're gonna stay, you've gotta leave more money. I'm trying to pay for college my friend.
~Standing in an isle for 15 minutes talking to friends. We need to serve people food. You're in the way. Please move.
~Getting REALLY upset that we don't have Pepsi. There is nothing I can do about that. I'm sorry you're addicted to Pepsi, but you getting upset does not change our soda machines magically somehow. Just get water. You'll live. I swear.

Sigh... Ok, I try really really hard no to complain when I'm working, and I know there are only like 3 people that read this... so I'm sorry if you hated it. But I needed it. Ha. Thanks all....
:)

So far from where I feel like I should be.

Do you ever feel that way? I don't say it in a depressing, "I think I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being, so you must pity me and tell me how great I am" kind of way, just stating a fact. I wonder sometimes how I'll be able to get closer to the person I want to be.
This all stemmed from that chance I had to attend General Conference for the second Sunday session, and Elder Foster gave that amazing talk about mothers. I bawled nearly the whole way through. My friend Ben was sitting next to me, and put his hand on my back and said, "Aw Rachie, it's ok." I looked at him and with tears streaming down my face, I whole-heartedly said, "Benny, I'm scared to be a mom." Frankly, I am scared to be a mom. I'm terrified. Not only because I am some day going to house a growing fetus inside of me that in 9 months has to come out, but because I am so far from where I feel like I should be. The way that I spend my time, the shortcomings I have, and the lack of responsibility I possess even for myself show me how far I have to go. I will be a terrible mother if I carry on like this.
I'm not a bad person. I don't make terrible decisions. But I want to be stronger. Less lazy. More committed. I'm working on it. Get back to me in 10 years. I'll let you know how it's going.