So, my fun little time in Orlando came to an end and I'm back in Streator, hoping to really get my career going as a writer and reconnecting with family and friends. The only problem is that I have no idea how I'm going to make money as a writer or what kind of writer I want to be. Until I figure that out, I have to get all the jobs I can find that my four-year college degree has nothing to do with. But I'm not bitter about it. :-)
Upon quitting the restaurant in Orlando, I said I would pump gasoline for minimum wage before I wait another table. It's so hard to resist, though, when serving is something that comes easy to me and is such good money. I was offered two serving/bartending jobs within the first week of moving back home. Poor, bored, and quite thankful that people wanted to help me get a job, I jumped on both opportunities. Taking another job as a waitress doesn't make me feel as awful as I thought, since I had said I'd never go back. I'm actually looking forward to it. I'll be working for some good friends, who I am so thankful to for helping me out. Being a waitress at a bar and a golf course in Streator, Illinois is going to be so very different than serving for big corporate restaurants.
Things I'm looking forward to in a family-owned business vs. the corporate restaurant:
- wearing jean shorts and a t-shirt as a uniform
- not studying for menu tests (seriously have taken more menu tests than college tests)
- wearing NAIL POLISH of any bright and obnoxious color
- not writing my name on a freaking napkin at each table
- not wearing tall black socks
- no long, goofy apron
- knowing the majority of the people I wait on
- I'm guessing that the rate of guests who speak Portuguese will be much lower, or nonexistent
and last but not least, taking shots with guests. Hell. Yes.
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