gratuity

Growing up my dad always left a tip and told me the word meant to "To Insure Prompt Service", but after reading the wiki page on Tips, I stand corrected.
 With my new job, I get tips. They can range from alright to really good. (although really good normally happens when there is an error)
 My highest tip so far is 21.00 on one order. Which was during a crazy busy night, and two gentlemen were arguing over who got the honor of paying the bill. So I solved it by splitting the bill for them, (which was about about $72 each) and they each gave me a tip. My second highest tip was my first night and I learned that wearing my dress coat and smelling good gets $15 tips.
 When the weather is nasty outside the tips tend to be higher, and possibly when I'm not wearing my glasses. (I am still experminting with this theory)
 When I am driving my own car I get paid per delivery also, so when I don't get a tip from the customer, my fuel is still covered.

This is an interesting read on tipping.
I'm writing this post mostly for feedback.

• Do you tip?
• What and why do you tip?
• When wouldn't you tip?

Thanks for reading!

Selling Stuff?

 I am debating the idea of an Etsy shop with myself. So I figured I would throw the idea out there for y'all to give me feedback on.

I've started reading the Quick-Start Guide, and by the time I finish every post on there, I should be able to teach it  have a profitable shop.

I've already decided that 10% of my profits would be donated to some charity as a way of tithing. Possibly sponsoring a child, or something along those lines.

The items I would sell, would be an item I can knit or crochet. I need, need, need to use up some of my yarn stash, so I can buy more!
Right now my favorite thing to make is finger-less gloves, socks, animal toys, dish cloths. I am trying to expand my abilities, and learn how to do cables, and how to use my knitting machine. My dream is to make a sweater, a shawl, a blanket and some cute toque, glove, scarf matching sets.
 Maybe some day, I will even feature a quilt or two. If I ever get started :) I'm afraid to start, because it's an expensive addiction, and not one that is very transportable.  On that note, last night a gentleman came into the store while I was on break, I was writing a letter, but I had a quilting magazine open in front of me, and he struck up a conversation with me. He told me his wife just passed away, and he has so much fabric, an expensive sewing machine and piles of magazines. He also compared it to a addiction, to which I replied at least it's a some what healthy one? At the end of the conversation he had offered to drop off some magazines for me! It was a very cool experience. But I couldn't help but grieve for him, to have lost his life partner a week earlier, although I  have no idea the background on their relationship.

Must be getting myself ready for work. Till next time,
Thanks for reading and commenting!

Adjusting

  This is the first time I've lived all  by myself in my whole life. (I did have my own "place for a month or two when I was 18, but my aunt lived in the next building) It is so strange. I am not lonely yet. But I find myself feeling bored. Which is akin to a swear in our family. You never utter it, because if you did, Mom always found work for you to do. So even to admit that I'm bored when I am not working feels strange.

  I find I am filling my time with catching up on TV shows and knitting, chatting, wasting time on facebook games, reading and thinking about baking & quilting.

  I hate moving to a new place, because it feels like I just get all my baking supplies amassed and then I am moving and giving them away, or trying to use them up quickly. Lately I've been craving cookies, biscuits, cake, pie.. All the things I'm trying to avoid.   



Newie Poutine.



 Which leads me to realize that I'm eating out of boredom and or self medicating with food. I recently read a book called Women, Food & God. *link is fixed, Thanks Ben!  It was very thought provoking and I don't agree with her ideas about God.
 It made me realized that I have a hard time sitting down and eating. I eat in the car, or while I at the computer, while I watch a show, or standing by the counter. I feel the need to be in a constant state of movement. So I am very slowly trying to break that habit so that I can stop eating when I am full, because right now I am compeletly missing the signals. The end result of that is weighing 147 lb at last weigh in. Which to me is really heavy, because I'm used to being somewhere around 127-135 and I'm tried of hearing but you look great. When I know that my chest and stomach are covered in more layers of fat then nesscessary. Part of my issues stem from not having the will power to work out, mostly because my emotional state is numb and I enjoy food and why can't I indulge in the one thiing that I lovee that won't leave me.

  After camp was done (end of August) and everyone went home, Loren was still there with me. It was so lovely to have a roomie. We entertained one another, took trips into Chetty to visit the library and spend hours playing wheel of fortune together. I even had the motivation to cook, because I knew someone else would enjoy it. To be honest I HATE cooking, it feels like work. Although this summer when I was cooking as Head Cook and it was my job, I enjoyed it :P 

  I have this attitude about things that aren't work but feel like work to me. I avoid them like the plague. Thus the reason I shut my blog down for the summer. I enjoy writing but I didn't want the self inflicted preesure of having to post at least once a week. Now it no longer feels like work, but a way of communicating with all my long distances friends.

 So on that note I'm off to work out at the gym!

Thanks for reading.