Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Surfer Girl

In high school my best friends were Tiger and Todd. We hung out at the beach every weekend,playing Frisbee.One summer they decided to learn how to surf, which was cool,but left me high and dry on the beach.That's when i decided i wasn't going to be left out of the fun.I bought a surfboard and hit the water.After about 2 years,i joined G.S.A. (Gulf Surfing Association.)Long story short,after 3 yaers of surfing contests,i was ranked 3rd on the Gulf Coast. www.wavewatch.com

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Instructor Rating

The most stressful assignment for me was , the-I Am Who I Am .It inadvertently made me revisit some painful times in my life.I also had no idea how computer intense this class would be.I'm 47,and didn't grow up using computers. All in all, if i had taken classes for Word and such,i would have been more prepared. Paul is creative with the tools he used. But, for me it was overwhelming.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Diagnostic Essay, revision A

Kathy Walker Diagnostic Essay -revised

The Worst Job I’ve Ever Had.

Working at The Steakhouse was the worst job I’ve ever had. It was because of the owner and, his holier than thou Chef Marten. They were on their own ego trips. Don’t get me wrong, Chef knew how to put out an eye pleasing and very tasty entree. He was creative when it came to dinner specials. For the first three weeks he worked there, I had a great respect for his knowledge and skills. But that all changed on a busy Saturday night. I had a very picky table of three. A woman in the party ordered one of our nightly specials, after she had had a few bites, she said “This is too spicy for me, can you take it back and bring me the fried shrimp combo?” So I took the special back to the kitchen and explained that my customer wanted something else. Chef went into orbit, yelling “You are the one that messed up the order.”He embarrassed me in front of all the other servers. And because I was a “Newbie” I just wanted to crawl into a hole.

Now sit right down and I’ll tell you a tale about the owner of the Steak House. Again, it was another busy night, and I had a section that was adjacent to the bar. That particular area was always the first to be closed when diner was winding down. I’d cleaned the tables, and started sweeping the floor. Making sure that I didn’t make too much noise, I moved the chairs carefully. Well I obviously made too much noise. The owner came in and made a big scene. He was yelling about me making too much noise moving the chairs. Of course everyone in the bar turned their attention in our direction to see what all the commotion was about.
At the beginning of my next shift, I put my two weeks’ notice in. I knew I would miss about four of my fellow servers, but I wasn’t going to take that much crap from anyone. No matter how much money I made working for them.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

my cat

kathy walker

Kathy Walker
English-111-49 I AM Who I Am
18 October, 2009
I Am Who I Am Because….
I have more patience than anyone I know. I can take on tedious and or delicate tasks without becoming frustrated. I’m a clever, resourceful, and compassionate person. I can see the bright side of most crapy situations. I treat the people in my life the way I want to be treated. I show and tell the people in my life that I love and appreciate them on a daily basis.
I have become who I am by sifting through all the different #$%@&* I have encountered. I have learned many things from the people in my life.
My mother used Logos to influence me. She let me make my own dictions. If it was a bad choice, I would learn the consequences on my own. Mind you she didn’t let me run amok.
My science teacher also used Logos in the way he taught. Mr. Pages’ message was that we as humans don’t create matter, we simply rearrange it.
I’ve always had a great since of humor. The person who has used humor (Pathos) to encourage me to get my G.E.D. and attend Collage is the love of my life Bryan.
A not so pleasant lesson in Pathos, comes from my Ex. He used it as a weapon. He was very emotionally abusive. He played my emotions like a fiddle. And because of that experience, I’ve become very aware of the way my actions and words affect those around me. I don’t ever want to make anyone feel the way my ex made me feel. But in the last twenty four hours all that has been blown out the window. I’ve treated my boyfriend’s grown son with respect; I’ve never tried to act like his mother. But in spite that he has left very nasty notes in my purse. He tied the trash can to my car, so when I backed out of the driveway I would pull it over. Now it’s game on, I’m going Bitch.

corpus beaches

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The worst job I’ve ever had.

They made my blood boil! The owner and the Chef; what jerks. It was more about their egos than food. I’ll call the place “The Steakhouse” They almost made it impossible for the average person to work there.
The owner; came into my section as I was cleaning up, and started yelling “Stop making so much noise moving those chairs!” There were about ten people sitting at the bar. Of course they all turned around to see what all the yelling was about. I was so embarrassed. I just wanted to disappear. The Chef; he was on his own ego trip. One of my customers wasn’t happy with the spices in the special she had ordered. She asked me to take it back. When I tried to explain the situation to the Chef, he told me I was the one who messed up the order. Witch was not the case; I wasn’t going to argue.
The next shift I worked, I put my notice in. I wasn’t going to put up with that sort of stuff. I got a job at well-established deli, where everyone was treated with respect. video