Today
10:45 a.m.
Today I may or may not be starting my new summer job. Odd how that works, isn’t it? But, this means that nights and weekends will more than likely be nixed since restaurants tend to do that. Sunday - Tuesday will be typical off-days. But so far it seems that Wednesdays and Thursdays will be the main days in which I run around asking people if they need more water, if they need their plates cleared or if they’d like me to tell them that their shit don’t stink.
Benefits to this job? I’ll once again be earning something of an income, I’ll have “experience” to put down on a resume (I know that says “resume,” but I can’t figure out how to put an accent mark on the webula), I’ll have food to eat after work…good food that I didn’t cook, and an excuse to get out of the house. But the best reason for working at this fine establishment? Three names, Sam, Augustus, Chase. Ah, yes, the times will be good, the customers, management and each other will be thoroughly mocked through a thinly veiled divider.
I also realize that it has been 8 days and I have yet to divulge my thoughts on What Made Milwaukee Famous’ concert and such, but I’ll get to that soon enough…or not at at all, but most likely the former. Also, tomorrow marks the third installment of…you guessed it, Poetry Sunday! So bring your party hats and your two-toned shoes, cuz we’s ah gonna haves us ah good tahm.