Cory Burell

Well as alot of you know we had a new addition come to our family last night. Hunter Michael Burell was born at 8:30pm in Cary, NC at a whopping 8lbs and 19in long. I was actually nervous as could be. I have another child but this was the first time I would actually be in the delivery room. All the horror stories I have heard are complete bullshit. Granted there was a time or two I felt the urge to purge, but kept all that love inside lol. It seems that its portrayed that birth is this overwhelming and graphic event and it is far from that. We actually watched dancing with the stars the entire time and Ash was laughing/commenting on the show. Anyways……I just thought I would alert the few of you that actually read this that the Burell household is now up to 4.

I’m sitting in the car about two weeks ago and “Dixieland Delight” comes on the radio. I know everyone is thinking “wtf you redneck?” but anyways………blow me. So anyways that song always takes me back to greenville and 519 at around 2am when your legs might be there or they might not, but you cant feel a thing but the music and the light. A week later I got a hankering to return to the old stomping grounds for a night. Took off out of Wilimington and headed to greenville for dinner. I joined a few people for a drink or two. It seemed like I remembered these people to be alot more interesting than they actually were. Maybe I was just drunk all the time and they didn’t sit well with my soberness. Well that was later proved to be a fact b/c by 12 I was having a fucking blast. After a few hours of sobering up I got back in the truck and headed home. Well on that hour and a half ride back I got to thinking………………Why did I miss any of that? All I really did that entire night was get plastered and sit around bullshitting. I do that every friday night with some buddies in Raleigh without getting completely hammered and still have fun. I think the past is the past for a reason. If it were the present you’d have a clear view on how shitty it was lol. Two years ago I was living in a shitty ass townhouse, wearing cheap unwashed clothes, and living in what I would now consider “the ghetto”. I think if I returned to that style of life I would hate it. Maybe I am just becoming more shallow but I like nicer things now. Theres just something about a clean bed with a nice nautica comforter that doesn’t smell like regurgatated beer or coming home to my wife and son. Sometimes I could pull my hair out but I love both of them to death and I probably don’t deserve them at all so I guess I’m the luckiest guy out there in my mind. So maybe all the reflecting we do about the past is just disillusioned and we have it better at the present time than we ever have. I mean life is a giant learning curve so why wouldn’t it get better with age. I might not be a fine wine but cheese is supposed to be better aged too. So when we talk all great about the past lets try and see how good the present is.

So can I ask a simple question……………WHERE’S my service? Today I go out to eat with some people from work expecting to enjoy a good meal. We sit down for about 15 minutes without a simple drink order, menus, or even a “hey I fucking work here”. Our food came out about 45 minutes after we got there and it was absolutely terrible. We start talking and what was once our favorite lunch spot has gone completely downhill. When you start talking about bad service everyone has a horror story but it was like the stories never stopped. Most of you have met me and know I love to bitch but this was coming from some very soft spoken people. So what has happened to service. I could sit here and ponder it for hours and try to come up with some nice elaborate theory on why this is but I have a few simple ideas.

1) tolerance- Somehow these people have jobs. FIRE THE FUCKERS. If its the person running the place then boycott the place and let the economical darwin step in. If its a waiter tell the manager, and if the manager “isn’t there” then walk outside and inform people walking in that the service/food fucking sucks. It may sound crude but really aren’t you just saving someone else from the experience you just had. If someone doesn’t stand up and say “why?” then it will just continue and thats why it is this bad to begin with.

2)Education- Don’t get me wrong here I am all for education but it seems like these days people portray to the uneducated that are not going anywhere to begin with. So why would someone strive to be above average if they are constantly being slammed for a lack of education. I’m not saying that the entire service is bad nor that the entire industry is uneducated. In fact I think that alot of people who work in the industry are in school. Do these people think they are too good to serve food or are they just potheads?

3)WYD- WTF IS WYD? WYD is a theory that I have. I feel that the “yankee” nation is secretly building up its forces and infiltrating our “southern hospitality”. I grew up on sweet tea and grits and for the most part they were always served with a smile. I now live in the Cary area which is more commonly referred to as The Yankee Transplant Area. I don’t like the attitude that comes from the north. I don’t get short with people for no reason so why exactly do some of these “transplants” feel it must be done? I just don’t get it and honestly I don’t want to. I think anyone from NYC should be personality tested before they are allowed below the bible belt.

Basically all I want is hot food, a fucking smile, and a full class of tea. If you can’t give me that then don’t get out of bed. I can’t walk into work and say “hey I think I’m gonna do everything half assed today” and still walk out with a job so why can these people. There is a massive amount of jobless people out there who would kill to work so why are the unappreciative working?