Would you like to add guacamole for 99 cents?

As most of you know, I started my job at Chilis. I have been training for the last week, so I get to tail people and occasionally do things. I also have gotten free food for the last week as a part of my training. Little did we know, it was actually how they get "Chilis" to invade your home. So you only THINK you escape your job... until you get home and smell it there too. Leaking from the fridge. Aroma mists in your room from the direction of the hamper.

Last night was my first day alone. I was supposed to start easy. The 11-5 shift. My friend Raquel asked me to switch and take the night. Seeing as we need the money, I took it. It wasn't until I got there that Kristen Young's warning a few days earlier came to its full realization: It is Homecoming Weekend. Not only was there the usual Saturday night crowd, but the prom dresses, tuxes, blue/white painted bodies and hungry mobs of disappointed (bad tipping) BYU fans. I had it under control when I had my little corner of tables. (4-2. Started with 4, then they took two away) Then, the groups came. I thought I was doing pretty well and I wanted to handle more. I took on the 10 group table. They were super nice. Really gave me props when I told them it was my first night. Then something happened with the checks. (Half my fault and 3/4 the guy who gave me a card he should have told me about in the first place). Not that I'm bitter that he took the merchant copy of the check, meaning no tip for me and that even though he works at a chilis, he is a jerk. But who cares?

Jameson, my loving, adoring, ruggedly handsome, and tall rippling muscles-ness came and picked me up at 1am. True love ladies and gentleman. True love. We were so tired that we went right to sleep... or... that was the plan. We woke up. 2am and we couldn't shut down. I kept thinking I had another entree to run and he was just restless. So I lie there, refusing to give up and Jameson reads to tire himself out.

I took 3 naps today.
Jameson, you are the best. Thank you for going to see the roommates you dont like very much, thank you for pep talking me as I cried the whole way to work, thank you for being patient with me and the fact that I just could not wake up this morning for church. You are the best husband a girl could ask for and I thank God daily for you and that you support me in a job that takes me away at random, late, and long hours.

May you all feel equally blessed in love.