Well, #2 arrived. Not #2 as in poop, that arrives quite often. I'm talking about #2 as in the second thing I've been waiting for to happen this year. What is it? Well, after almost 14 years of waiting tables and bar-tending, I no longer work in a restaurant. If you know me, or have ever gotten stuck in the restaurant world, you know what a big deal this is.
I was going to wait until I got my game show money to make an escape, but who knows when that'll happen. So, I put feelers out to my friends that I was looking for a new job. About a month ago, I was hired and now work for the casting company, Magical Elves. The job is rad, but I may only think that because they've served me wine and cake two times in the past month for baby showers that they've thrown here. But, seriously. The job is great, the people are fantastic, and I have no complaints. Except one.
I got the new job so quickly, that I didn't get a chance to have that "final hurrah" at my restaurant job. I had a fantasy that on my last day, I'd get wasted, and start telling mean customers off, and stand on the bar and show every one my bare ass while I give them the finger.
It's probably better things happened the way they did. This way, people still think of me as a lady.
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