facing that funky music
Today I walked nervously into a beautifully furnished restaurant with a seductive Italian menu, and sat down with the manager. He looked over my resume, exchanged words with me, and told me I was hired as a hostess. If I show I'm capable, I can later be trained as a waitress.
Not only have I signed a year-long lease, I have a three year commitment to my cell phone, a landline, cable, internet, bills to pay, three years of school left, and now, thank god, a job.
I've always worked in retail, and thought I found my calling, but these days it's food that calls my name, not fashion.
And so I'll dress pretty, smile and seat customers, and take notes from what goes on in the big open kitchen, centered in the restaurant.
What's the secret to a perfect steak with a green peppercorn demi-glaze? I hope to soon find out.
My roomate and I celebrated with dinner in Chinatown and drinks in the theatre district.
She is working as a hostess at another restaurant, and, as of tomorrow, we will have no free time. When we're not scribbling in our notebooks, we'll be flashing our teeth and greeting the hungry.
Let the games begin.
God I love this city.