Have a heart.....or buy one from me.

So its pretty sad when my shinning moment has do do with my job at Boston Pizza, but I think the reason I am especially proud of my latest accomplishment is because I have never considered myself to be able to sell anything - not that I want to.

So from Feb 1st to Valentine's Day, all Boston pizzas sell little paper hearts for $1, you may be familiar with them or noticed each establishment plastered with them during Feburary ...and of course, all proceeds go to the Heart and Stroke Foundation.

Anyway, all servers at our location are divided into 5 teams, each competing to sell the most hearts for prizes.

Since the 1st, I had only worked one shift previous to Wed night (the night I'll be reffering to) and I bartended that shift so I was to busy and chose not to sell any hearts. So when I got to work on Wednesday, the captain of the team I am on Nancy was bugging me about being pretty much the only person to not sell any hearts. For good reason, she joked that I wasn't pulling my weight on the team. So I assured her I would do my part and sell a bunch. Of course I didn't know that that night I was going to sell 662 hearts!!!

Within being on shift for 5 minutes I had already sold 50 hearts, but I really didnt have to try cause one of our regulars Shane had already bought 160 from Monkia on my team and he said that he wanted to help us win.

Anyway, later on that night I had two guys come in and had been drinking for a while. They asked what the deal with the hearts was, and I told them. They told me they wanted to help me win, but would buy some hearts later on. Subsequently, two other guys (Dan and Trevor) were in playing pool and told me that they would match whatever the other guys were going to buy. When I went back to talk to the two guys from P.R. Oil, they told me that they wanted to buy 300 hearts from me. The boss gave us a goal to reach, if we sold 300 hearts we'd get a paid day off...and these guys wanted to make sure I'd get that paid day off. When I told Dan and Trevor that the other guys were going to buy 300 they were hesitant to spend $300 on hearts (naturally) but honored the agreement (although I wouldn't have held them to it). He he, so right there I managed to sell 600 hearts, quite effortlessly!

All in all, over the two week period I managed to sell 742 hearts and most importantly raised $742 for the Heart and Stoke Foundation. As a result, our team won for most hearts sold, I got a paid day off, and get a prize for selling the most hearts.

I just never have been good at, or interested in selling anything, and I realize that selling things for a good cause is easier but I still didn't think I'd sell that much...especially without really having to do more than ask nicely.

Reminiscent of "the old days"

I don't know if its because I've been away from "home" latley or if I just really miss Jodi and Jen that much, but I've been looking at pictures and thinking about how life used to be when we had a house full of girls. On that note, I found a funny blog posting on one of my other (many) profile sites and I thought I would share it...we sure got a kick out of it!



(May 2005)

"Well, today I stayed home "sick" from work. After spending the weekend out at my boyfriend's farm, I needed to get some things done at home. I wanted to put up some shelves that I bought but instead, my roomate Jen had the ingenious idea of using the scrap wood and carpet we have to build a cat box for our cat Bailey. Well, that was a shit show if I've ever seen one. As if it wasn't bad enough that we were cutting the wood with a drill, but we both emerged from the basement covered in silicone and high from all the fumes. We then went outside to paint. I think the trees and the lawn got more paint than the box actually did (and it was a pretty bright blue). When the box was finally assembled, and I'm talking like 5 hours later, Jen pressed down on the box and it broke. After all that, we weren't about to throw it out, so we just reinforced it with duct tape. It is the most ghetto, white trash peice of "furniture" I have ever seen, so it will stay in the basement. But hey, atleast we built something! Who said girls can't build stuff!"

This "cat box" was freekin hilarious! We built the box itself out of pieces of drywall, nailed and siliconed together. We then, because of lack of a saw (or did we break it? I don't remember) had to cut a 2x4 into 4 (kinda even) pieces for the legs. We then covered the box in scraps of carpet with a staple gun (many of which only went half way in). Like I said, it then wasn't very sturdy (and the roof caved in) so we wrapped duct tape all around it (who knew drywall isn't sturdy). The funny thing is, this pathetic looking unit, which Bailey (for good reason) was too scared to go in, sat in our livingroom for a few months before bitting the dust and going to the dump. But I did manage to keep it long enough to show it off to my Mommy, she was so proud.. wait she laughed at us.
Oh well, it was a great day and the funny thing is, if I remember correctly, Jen and I both got paid for that day off, hahaha.

Some words of wisdom.....


Here is a great e-mail I received from a very sweet, caring, smart person in my life. It really made me think and I think it could do some good for us all:


"Maybe"

Maybe... God wanted us to meet the wrong people before the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be greatful for that gift.

Maybe... when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times we will look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has opened for us.

Maybe... it is true that we don't know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.

Maybe... the happiest people don't necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the most of everything that comes their way.

Maybe... the brightest future is based on a forgotten past; after all, you can't successfully go on in life until you let go of past mistakes, failures, and heartaches.

Maybe... you should dream of what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be. You only have once chance to do all the things you want to do.

Maybe... there are moments in life when you miss someone - a parent, spouse, friend - so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.

Maybe... the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you ever had.

Maybe... you should always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it will probably hurt the other person too.

Maybe... you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is to simply keave them alone.

Maybe... giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return, just wait for it to grow in their heart. If it doesn't, be content with the fact that it grew in yours.

Maybe... happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched and all those who have tried. Only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.

Maybe... you shouldn't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile. It takes only a smile to make a dark day bright. Find the one who makes your heart smile.

Maybe... you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.

And the last maybe... when you were born you were crying while everyone around you was smiling.
Maybe... you should try to live your life so that when you die, you are the one smiling and everyone around you is crying.