Suckiest. Blog. Ever.

In over two years, I've managed to post twenty-nine times. That's 1.2 posts a month. Except I don't always post once a month. No wonder no one reads this thing. I probably wouldn't either. Honestly, I actually hate reading online fictions/blogs by people who don't update regularly. Because it always ends up being something I actually want to read, and I'll always be left hanging, and it drives me nuts.

I think what happened here is that after I started this thing, I kind of ran out of ideas. I've got a whole bunch of drafts started, but I really think it all boils down to one big case of writers block. Even now, I'm having trouble figuring out what to say in here.

My boyfriend has not only one but TWO blogs and he manages to post three times a week, EVERY week. Sometimes more. Most of what he blogs he doesn't plan out. Just does it on the fly. It baffles me, really. I don't understand how he can come up with new things all the time. I feel like I've kind of abandoned this blog, even though I keep coming back to it every once in a while. I just can't ever seem to get the right phrasing or something new... It's unfortunate, really.

Welp. I guess I've kind of made my point. I seriously want to try finishing my drafts. Maybe I'll come up with something new and surprise myself... Hah.


Yours truly,

Lame Teller of Taco Tales



**edit**

I was wrong. Apparently this actually makes post number twenty-five. That's a lot worse. That's literally ONEPOSTAMONTH.

SOMEONE GIVE ME AN IDEA.

Short Rant

So another thing that's really frustrating is when you work with people who don't have the same standards as you. Especially when it comes to food making.

Tonight there was a car that came through and ordered four chicken tacos with only chicken, extra chicken. They got the right chicken but there was lettuce and cheese on it. When the guest handed her food back and I had to tell the food makers to remake it the correct way, one of them decided to get sarcastic. So - I'm watching them make it and the person who put the meat in the tacos only put in what looked like one portion. I reminded him it was extra chicken and the person next to him sarcastically said 'oh yah that is extra chicken can't you see?'
I responded with it didn't look like extra chicken and the next thing he said was kind of mumbled but sounded something like 'Oh I forgot we got boo lovin' over here.'
Not being sure what he said, I told him to repeat himself. Twice. Kind of angrily. He didn't say anything. Ugh. How hard is it to make someone's food correctly ? Especially when we're making it a second time cuz we already messed it up once. Ridiculous. 
Part of me hopes that she gets mad and calls about the tacos so I can be right, but it's been long enough that I don't think it's gonna happen.

--edit--

He called me a 'parole officer', (you know, cuz I was standing over their shoulders making sure they did everything right) not 'boo lovin'. Which is I guess is kind of amusing now, but the principle behind it is lame.