Sunday

I've been kind of a loner the past few years. People haven't necessarily been kind to me. Friends have thrown me under the proverbial bus and boys have been cruel. But it seems like lately, it's impossible for me to keep my walls up. I am just straight up lucky to have great people in my life who care about me and have made cheering me up and making me smile their hobby.

Which leads me to the title of this blog ... Sunday.

I had a really great weekend at work. Made some really decent money and had some great shifts. Saturday night, though, was SO frustrating because I had, like, $720 dollars' worth of sales and only made about $70. I worked so hard and just consistently got really horrible tips. At one point in the night, I almost started crying. I know I'm not bad at my job. I try to take care of my guests the best I can. Business is just bad lately. But bad tips start taking their toll on your morale sooner rather than later. I was working with Camille and Keith, and was texting Jeremy all night, talking about how horrible my night was. Jeremy and I were supposed to go out after work, but when I got home I literally felt sick to my stomach because I was borderline depressed about how bad my night was.

I went to work on Sunday in a pretty good mood, actually, for no particular reason ... just optimism. Then, Keith came to visit me and sat in my section with his wife. So I had a good lunch.
Sunday night, Camille came to visit with her boyfriend. About an hour later, Jeremy and Quinten came to visit me. All four of these people, knowing I'd had a horrible Saturday night, came to visit me at work to make my Sunday better. I just couldn't believe how loved I felt. It's impossible to be in a bad mood under such circumstances.
Then, after work on Sunday, Camille, Keith and wife, and me and boyfriend Steve went to go see Red ... which was FANTASTIC. Afterward, Steve and I decided we needed to take a trip to IHOP. A cop got behind me on our way there and I was POSITIVE I was going to get pulled over, so I started freaking out. I had everything I needed, I just didn't want to get pulled over. I hate it. I knew I wasn't speeding, so I figured the cop would concoct some stupid reason to pull me over. He got right behind me, then ran my plates and turned around. I kept yelling, "Today is my day! No one can stop me!"

It's really refreshing to have days like that and to be reminded that one is loved because the past few months had been kind of a bust.




I am incredibly thankful to have wonderful people in my life who have destroyed my loner tendencies with their constant giving. I am so happy right now, so if I'm smiling like a goober when you see me ... now you know why.