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My house is damn cold, but my litle space heater from cvs is plugging away very diligently and it's slowly (very, very slowly) but surely breathing some warmth into this room. I think I'd like to name it. Suggestions?

I'd intended to go to a yoga class this morning (interesting Mollie, you're putting things off again) at 7:15 but I decided to sleep through it, go to the church rehearsal, and now I'm back with enough time to wash my uniform pants and haul myself back to Cambridge for a tea and dinner shift. Last night I worked dinner, and found myself amazed at the number of customers who go out of their way to be downright mean, and embarrass you in front of their friends. It's mostly tone, not their words-- Maggie had asked me to do a wine opening at her tables, and apparently she was a little behind because as I approached the table the guy said "we've been waiting for this for a half hour" (I'm more ready to believe Maggie, who said ten minutes, which, I agree, is too long to wait for wine.) I said "Sir I apologize, who is tasting?" to which he replied "don't bother apologizing, just pour." "Who's tasting sir?" "Who do you think?!" I cant convey his tone, but it was so sharp it scared me. I get really frightened when I'm spoken to like this, it brings tears to my eyes and I found myself working very very hard to retain my composure. I hate when people are angry with me (I know Mum, I should learn to handle my side of the street and the rest is theirs) but I have a really hard time when I feel the other person is going out of their way to be hurtful. Another gentlemen last night (I have yet to have a lady speak to me like this) pulled me aside (and granted, this was my table), and said loudly enough for his table of 5 to hear "What kind of waitress doesn't bring bread? I asked your busser for bread but he doesn't seem to understand english so I'm now expecting bread and butter from you. Don't bring the pesto." Ugly, ugly tone that again I cannot begin to convey here. Our bussers are Portuguese, and yes, are in charge of bringing bread to the table. Definitely, I should have taken note that this table was lacking in the bread department, and remedied that. My bad. But this guy, man, this guy... so for some reason I had a little nerve and I said "Sir the way you're talking to me seems intentionally mean, and it's hurting my feelings. Please stop trying to embarrass me. I'll bring your bread over." Thats what I said. And it felt badass, and cutting in it's direct simplicity. And he sat back, and the wives at the table looked surprised, and they left me an awesome 23% tip. So. Yeah.

Then I dropped Nate, David and Sarah off at their respective houses (it was kind of cute to carpool everyone home) because I feel that owning a car means i have a responsibility to putt out some good karma for all the times I've been driven home.

Anyway, this morning I went to the church to rehearse for the christmas eve mass which I'm really excited about - Bryce has chosen some insanely beautiful stuff, very traditional in text but less so in their style in that the harmonies from these various pieces sound Irish, old old Medieval English, and in one case modal. Respectively. I'm actually still struggling with them, but at the beginning of the rehearsal Bryce said "okay I have a few things to take care of, Mollie would you teach these first three and I'll be back?" So I did, and I plunked away at the piano and I wasn't awesome with the part-teaching but once everyone knew their notes, I was able to effectively explain what I wanted and make it happen with my hands. I just love that I have a safe place to learn all these things. Everyone knows I'm just beginning, but respects and trusts my aural image that I'm working towards. So they're not impatient with me, and often ask for things that they could use to better understand me, like "Mollie, could you give a clearer 4 there and show us that cutoff more clearly" "but Mollie when you do that the altos need clarification because they're subdividing." It's a group effort that I get to lead, and I love what I'm learning, even if these pieces are kicking my ass. Especially the Vaughn Williams Magnificat.

I've got to get in the shower because I honestly smell awful and wouldn't you much rather be waited on for Tea by a waitress who doesn't smell like armpit? I thought so. I'm classy.