waiting

i must say that five months of hitting craigslist, scanning the classified, pounding the pavement, hitting up friends, sending out unsolicited resumes, checking on-line job sites and a few other means have resulted in:

1) weeks or months of waiting for an obnoxious "no thanks" (and no thanks to you, k&l wine shitheads)
2) "oh, but you're over-qualified" (means stop right here)
3) "sorry, she's not going on maternity leave"-that was a sad story
4) we'll let you know by friday (means that they will never call you back)
5) congrats! you're now a waiter!

oddly enough, working four or five five hour shifts a weekas a waiter earns me more than the awful office manager job that i was at 50-60 hours a week. and that was a union gig. and i get to walk to the local diner that i now work at.

favorite questions at the new gig:

1) do you barbeque your fries?
2) can you just order for me?
3) i'll have the omlette with everything (over 40 items on the menu)
4) do you have that as a vegan option (i stress, diner!)

part of working at a trendy local diner, and living in the same area for 20 years means the past catches up to you. daily.

1) i now have to wait on the slumlord whom my ex and called the housing dept. on (we won), who tried to kill us (long story)
2) i also have to wait on my ex boss from another local coffee house. not charming.
3) ex-girlfriends and internet dating mistakes make for awkward order taking.
4) the now very successful club owner that aced myself and other partners out in the most weasly manner possible pops in once a week. he goes out of his way to avoid eye contact. i do enjoy his squirming.

and did i mention how much i dislike cell phones? try taking an order while someone is yammering away. very polite.

on the other hand, one of the internet dating errors apologised profusely for even taking a call while i was nearby. and that was nice of her,

and i get to eat for almost free most days.