Haters Gone Hate.

Don't do this to Em' Don't do this to em'
Do what, scoop down to their level, acknowledge their shit.
Stop it, Stop it, Don't even think bout it'
Someone's gotta tell em how it is.
Rule 25 Rule 25, you don't even know if it's true.
Yeah, well there's been a lot of shit talking goin' around
Rule # 6 Rule # 8, Rule #15, Rule# 47!
To Be the Difference,
People Live by 'Me first, You second,'
You're right, There is no time for Bullshit, ever'
Let it go my friend, let it go.
You must've over looked, Act Accordingly.

It's not worth all the gossip, all the flak
Anyone ever tell you, Rather be hated for who I am
than Loved for something I'm not
No, but I think you live by Loved by Few, Hated by Many
It's not about knowing who I am, it's about living by truth
You already know who means something and who doesn't
And they already have my back
So why does it matter, why say anything at all?
Cause it's one thing to say something, It's another to actually Do.
DO you want acknowledgement, Do you want acceptance?
I could care less about any of that. It's about Respect.
Anyone can be Anything they like.
Than don't be something you're NOT.
They're just voicing their opinions.
Well then, I'm just voicing mine.

Do you work with efficiency, are you always on time?
Anybody can work hard, but is it hard all the time?
Anyone can say they give 100 percent,
Sometimes your 100 percent is only 40 percent in mine.
How many times have you committed an error,
How many times have you needed facilitation.
How many times have you been in trouble,
How many times have you asked me for help.
When it's slow, how many times have you stood around to gossip,
When it's busy, how often have you asked for assistance.
Do you know why you do what you do?
Or do you just do what you're told.
Do you think work is about doing the minimal,
Or do you think because you're so pretty you are just so exceptional.
How many of your co-workers respect you for your work,
I can tell you, if you think it's many, it's only cause they want to sleep with you.
Too bad, you already have slept with a few.
Think about how many times I've bussed your tables,
Or the number of oaiso's I did because you were too busy, too talkative, too lazy
Shit, you didn't even listen when I attempted to train you.
What about the times I ran out your food, filled up your soy sauces, and cleaned up your bar.
Don't forget about you dropping a whole tray of food,
Or you knocking 40 clean cups which were drenched in soda cause you failed to pick em up.
A simple thank you would suffice.

But no, instead you want to knock my work ethic and my lack of skill.
You want to talk per shift or you want to talk skill level of serving.
How many cups can you carry full? Six.
How many empty cups can you carry empty with plates? >13
How many cups can you carry without plates? <20 p="">How many times do you get ice per shift? >3
How many times do you buss tables other than your own? >5
How many tables do you buss that are your own ? >10
How many drinks do you run from the bar? >10
How many drinks do you run not including yours? >20
How many plates do you serve that are not your own? >20
How many plates do you serve that are your own >40
Do you ever get drinks for someone else?
Do you ever get drinks for someone else without them asking?
What about plate settings, silverware or sauces?
Do you always do what you're told,?
Do you ever do anything without anyone asking?
Do you always have to do something when someone's looking?
What do you do when no one's looking.
Do you ever wonder why it took you so long to move up?
Do you even know why you were moved up?
How many times do you do a deep clean? Is it once per shift?
Why would you fill up all the nozoki's with ginger and wasabi,
When we run out of nozoki's for customers?
Don't you realize that we need nozoki's for the customers too?
Have you ever changed a beer keg?
Have you ever changed a beer keg when it's busy?
What about changing a beer keg when You're busy?
There's a difference of doing something when you're free and when you're busy, ya know.
How many times have you helped dishwasher?
How many times have you helped dishwasher empty the garbage, the water drain, or a bus tub?
How many times have you done the dishes?
How many times have you placed the cups, washed the cups, and called for cups?
How many times do you get cup racks a shift?
How many times have you changed the water bucket?
How many times have you Deep cleaned?

I started answering these and I realized it's not even a fair race for you.
So maybe your knowledge of restaurant business is better.
Do you know how many servers there are per shift?
Do you know why there so many servers per shift?
Do you remember who has which section?
Do you know which chefs are entitled to make which dishes,
Do you remember which items are on the happy hour?
What are the five fishes for the five weekdays?
If you buss a table, do you remember to wipe it and set it up?
Or do you just gather part of the dishes and wait for reinforcements to arrive.
Has anyone ever asked for you to train them?

Maybe that's not fair as well either.
Lets ask the co-workers.
"Lazy, talks too much. Annoying. Too fake, Pretty, but ignorant, Attitude. Stupid. Airhead, Pothead, Immature, Moody, Not too bright. Not too smart. Dumb, Idiotic, Cool but not. I hate this server. I don't like the pretty one."

What's funny is that this whole thing isn't about me being lazy or cocky,
It's more about you and your work ethic and responsibility.
Sure you moved up to the highest position possible,
But sometimes it's not about you.  It's about the restaurants' needs.
It's more about you being accountable for your actions.
I'm not here to play Daddy. I'm not here to clean up after your mess.
If you wanna knock on me that's fine, do your thing.
But be sure you have the accountability and work ability to back your shit up.
Kinda like how this is a job you need, and this is something I find fun for leisure
You need this job for your weed, I took this job just for fun.
And before you ask for someone else's opinion of me, just remember
Rule #37 is all that matters here.
Actions Always Speak Louder than Words.



Haters Gonna Hate.























Note: Post is not towards specific employee or employment.

You can't help yourself.

The chatter is all you read about.
The chatter is all you talk about.
The idea of only a few words
Spreads through your mind like bacteria
Infecting your brain with millions of possibilities
The chances of opportunity, turn into theories
which leads you to tell someone else
Make that an assumption.
These white blood cells don't fight fast enough
These white blood cells can't cure cancer.
But you don't have the source, you only have a few palabras.
The assumptions turn to rumors, the rumors you deliver to your friends like pizza.
"Did you hear that? Because he said she said that"
Your rumors might as well be the truth because nothing else is believable,
No nothing else is desirable.
Like the world and everything else, we fill our minds with one simple idea
And our brains find a fitting solution which is applicable to the general population.
A solution which has a better understanding and comfortability.
Nobody likes it when plans do not work out, Nobody likes it when things can not be explained.
The mere idea of complexity hordes us because it hasn't happened before
The mere idea of the impossible reaches out to our red flags only to say
This is wrong, this is not what we had in mind. Impossible.
Eh the impossible started by the simplicity of communication.
Text message, Facebook Status, In person, or phone call.
How well do we know the person before we fuel the disease?
We don't, we only see symptoms and hope to find the right medicine.

A plague you see, has developed into a monster.
Maybe not a monster everyone fears, but a monster nonetheless
Half of the world doesn't look in their closet, while the other half refuses to confront it.
We depend on the closet door staying shut and we'll continue to abuse its privileges.
Wake up.
Look at all the prophecy
Look at all your instances of examples
Times that by 7 billion and you have an entire universe
And that's only one.
Gossip gossip nigga just stop it, everybody knows it's a motherfuckin monster.
Nobody likes old school, everyone likes the new stuff.
One idea is all it takes, one idea to define you or break you.
Everyone likes to jib jabber and those remains in our brains
Just like an STD can stay dormant for the longest time.
It's not in one ear and out the other, it's in there for good.
Get some ideas, talk your shit.
I may not know much but I do know what you're saying.
The chatter is what you are reading now.
The chatter is what you'll be talking about.
You can't help yourself.

theres a thousand yous, theres only one of me.

i stand here and look at you, distraught and irritable. you ask, "whats wrong.?"  i simply exhale and say..."nothing." you, confused at the mixed emotions on my face, turn away for a second before asking, "why did you give me that gift a couple years ago?" i look at you with a shock and say, "because overlooking your achievements and goals, i saw a fine character in you. and i wanted to see how you were."  you replied, "and what did you find out?" " i found out what i didnt want to find out. i found out that, although your girls mean the most to you, anyone else who comes close as a friend, youu shun away." " what else did you find out about me?"  "you are true to them, but only to them. if anyone else catches your eye, you give em a weeks worth of attention and then disappear. you like the bad boys. the ones who dont treat youu right. and yyou stay because you believe theres no wrong."

"i know that you dislike surprises. you dont know how to react. all you believe in is having fun. you disregard other people.s feelings. and even if you find someone to care for, you dont know how to. you lack the maturity an adult has. you dont give people opportunity, you assume their lack of ability."

"any positives?" you asked. i smile and say, "your quotes are your fuel, and your music suits you well.you have the capabilities of being a great person, its up to you to be just that. "  you look at me with a grin and say, "really?" i stand up, ready to leave, and say, "ive always known. just wanted to see if you were the person i thought you were.".. and?? "i ve come to my conclusion. i've seen this many times with people like you.. younger.. and older.. you're predictable, and even if i don't know you for you, i know your most likely moves.."  Confused, you respond and say, "but how?"  i've seen this before. theres a thousand yous, theres only one of me."

Investor Business Daily Secrets to Success

Thought I'd share with you.

1. How you think is Everything: Always be positive. Think success, not failure. Beware of the negative environment.

2. Decide upon your true Dreams and Goals: Write down your specific goals and develop a plan to reach them.

3. Take Action: Goals are nothing without action.  Don't be afraid to get started. Just do it.

4. Never stop Learning : Go back to school or read books.  Get training and acquire skills.

5. Be Persistent and Work Hard: Success is a marathon, not a spring.  Never give up.

6. Learn to analyze Details : Get all the facts, all the input. Learn from your mistakes.

7. Focus your time and money: Don't let other people or things distract you.

8. Don't be afraid to Innovate; Be different: Following the herd is a sure way to mediocrity.

9. Deal and communicate with people Effectively: No person is an island.  Learn to understand and motivate others.

10. Be honest and dependable; Take responsibility: Otherwise, Number 1-9 won't matter.

one for the broken hearted.

Dedicated to those in hard times.

It is the cold touch I feel, while laying in the empty, unfulfilled, chilled, bed.
And when I awake, awake from the little sleep, if considered any sleep at all,
I look at my arm, the skinny yet muscular arm with little hairs that I have, with a grin
My arm is vacant, unfilled, dry, from your soft skin, and gentle touch.
The grin turns to anger, and instead of a smile, there is the worst, disgusted face anyone could imagine. The clock is ticking, sounds slower than the heart of mine, which beats an unbelievable 35 beats per minute, quite impossible to live off that other than to be a vegetable. school is in 3 hours, and I fell asleep for only 20 minutes.

You. You were the half of me, the half I couldn’t see in the mirror, yet I knew was always there. You were the half of me, the better half, the one I could count on no matter what world I was in. You were the best part of my day, the best part of my month, the best part of my year. Every second I needed, every minute I wanted, you and I were together, here, there, ready to conquer the world. You were the beauty in beautiful, You were the green in the money, the diamond in the rough, the needle in the haystack of the billion haystacks.

Did I fall asleep again? The bed seems to get colder and colder, even after laying here for hours, trying to fall asleep again. The comforter is no longer comforting, nor are the pillows on top of my face, in between my legs, under my arms, and beneath my head. Sleep used to be so tender, so grasping, refreshing, like a fresh squeeze of life, like a fresh squeeze of lemon.

Me.My love for you is like the energizer bunny, it keeps going and going, like infinity. The impossible was possible, and I couldn’t pick one word to describe my love. Because the love of you and me, is indescribable, unspeakable, untellable. My feelings go beyond this universe, beyond the heavens, and angels. Love’s only synonym in the dictionary is my feelings for you.

A sharp pain in my chest stops me from continuing, as I am conscious once again. There is no more sleep, as I glance at the time. Great one hour left in the night, which means I have one hour left to be myself, a man with pain and agony, who looks like a live tornado, disaster, with hair growing to be a ponytail, and a beard longer than shoe size.

How. How could you do this to me? The pain I feel, the anxiety I have, I can no longer sleep anymore. How do you sleep when the best part of you isn’t in bed at the end of the night. How do you wake up with the better half isn’t there to gaze, smile, look deep in your eyes, and say “good morning.”

This is a nightmare, wake me up when I am sober. Wake me up when this is over, because I don’t want to live in this nightmare. I pinch myself, hoping to awake from this dream, nightmare, fantasy, disaster, whatever this bullshit is. What is it? I pinch myself again, I still see the same room, feel the same cold sheets, and pillows. I am still awake. I never went to sleep, this is the real life. This can’t be happening, how could everything have been so perfect a month ago, and now there’s nothing but catastrophe.
It’s time for school. Just another typical night, the one that started months ago. I don’t remember when the last time I actually had some legitimate sleep. I haven’t had the feeling of breathing fresh, open ocean, seagull flying, wave-crashing, oxygen. Instead, it’s more like trash can, vomit, old pizza, moldy apples, dog shit I’ve been smelling. I hate going out because I put on this front like I’m actually living. I hate going to work because they think I’m some super fly guy, when in reality, I’m just another guy dying. My mind keeps going in circles, like revolutions, kinda like those Nascar races on ESPN, that drive 350 laps around a track, just to waste gas. I am like a vampire, the true self only coming out at night. I sit, I wait to get up.


I. I am unspoken, I am speechless. The words I want to say, I can’t, the feelings I have are in reverse, and I can not live. I don’t eat anymore, I can’t taste anything. I can’t tell black from white, I can think of you without having one tear. I am empty, I am unfulfilled, vacant. Vacant because I was vacated, left, strayed. I am isolated, alone, solo, single. I hate you, but I need you. i hate you, but I want you. I hate you, but I have to have you. I hate you, I love you, and I am without you.



Just Another Sad Love Song.

She is more than a person, she is more than one.
They say it’s over, they say it is done.
But how can this be over, how can this one girl
Be such a big part of you, be such your world.
Did you do something wrong, did you do something to start this fight.
Why was it wrong, why does it feel so right.
She was apart of you, she was apart of your world
She was more than just a friend, she was more than just a girl.
She told me you were forbidden, she told you, you lied,
You know you didn’t lie, you know instead, you cried.
The heart tries to heal itself, the heart has felt much pain.
Why is it always blue skies, why is it a day without rain.
She ripped you into pieces, she ripped you for darn good.
Now you are in no comfort, now you are in no mood.
You used to go in circles, you used to go into rotations.
This is more than pain, this is more than aggravation.
This is a problem, this is one without a single solution.
This one isn’t a circle, this one isn’t a revolution.
It’s over now, it’s over with.
You had your last hug, you had your last kiss
They say your first love is the hardest, they say your first love is the worse
They say it’ll stay with you, they say it’ll stay with you like a curse
You don’t know what to do no more, you don’t know what to expect.
All you are is ignored, all you feel is a neglect.
We never wanted the relationship to finish, we never wanted it to end.
We hate hearing the words of never again, we hate the words, ‘just friends’
They say it’s about loving what you have, they say it’s about loving what you got.
Sometimes we think about history, sometimes we think about what we lost.
And along the way we question ourselves, we question ourselves what we did wrong.
We listen to our friends, we listen to our family, we listen to those sad love songs.
In the beginning we claim these songs are wrong, in the beginning we claim these songs absurd.
The heart speaks more than heart beats, the heart speaks more than words
These wrongs we hear, these wrongs we don’t believe
Help us through struggle, help us through the hardest time of grieve.
Whenever the world walks out, whenever the world has gone
You’re standing all alone, you’re standing with just that sad love song.


i am here if you need me brother. everything will work out. keep your head up.

yEyEr

They say be careful what you wish for, because you never know what you’re gonna get.
I’ve heard that one before, they say it’s cause you don’t expect.
And it’s the best to explore, not to expect the unexpected.
Something unexpected, is nothing to be regretted, and is easier to forgetted.
It’s not a settle for less-ED, you settle for the bestED.
Something that wasn’t expected is always the bestEst.
Best, better than the restES, of what you never testED.

Somethin unexpected, a surprise is,
Somethin doesn’t require any trYes.
You look, you smile, say hi’s, with no good byyes.
It’s a moment of highlights, no rejecting of denyEst,
At The peak, this time is your Finest.
No compromises, this is the highest, the time of your flyest
They’re jealous of the staTiss, livin the high life is the lifest.
Your smilest is just the nices, its so excitin!
This is just the lifeest.

These moments is the lightin of your lifein
The definin timin of your thronin
It’s as good as when she’s moanin
When an artist is peakin, he’s composin
What good is the notion without words spoken
Works isn’t about the commotion, but bout the potion
Lies need to be unspoken, the power is within the devotion
Fill my ears with millions, rub it in like lotion

These seconds define the rest of your time here
Look at the shawty over heyer,
Are you seein, she’s right theyer.
Her grin is just a leyer, her smile is so reyer
There’s no one that compayers
She’s so high up in the aires
Highest then the restest, it’s so unfayer.
Get up get out over your feares
How do I gain her favEr
I want to be part of her flaver
hold on i needa say a prayer
cuz I look at her like she my savior.
Like these people revolve their life around the payper
she needs to come over right heyer
so i can my dearyer
i love her is all i can sayer.