Monday, September 14, 2009

night and day.

after stooping with ave and stewey, watching lightning flash through the changing leaves lining college avenue, i walked in the house to darryl laying down some keys in the dining room. dim lighting, peaceful serenades sweeping through the empty house. there's nothing like a little piano to lift the spirits.

wot is rolling steady and i'll hopefully be getting more hours on the next schedule; the coworkers all easy going and fun to pass the time with. today we played travel-sized "guess who" during a lull in clientele. last night i worked my first bartending shift at a new restaurant in the city called "the fainting goat". it's a very chill, friendly atmosphere. i felt comfortable behind the bar, and by the end of the night i had a good portion of the drink menu down. shaking martinis, garnishing ceasars, and muddling mint leaves for mojitos. the food looks delicious, although i haven't had a chance to try any dishes yet. i feel like it's a good fit for me, and i'll only be working there a couple nights a week. a clothes retailer by day, and a mixologist by night.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

employed.

i've officially been a working girl since sunday. it's pretty great. the legit wot in the southland. all the anxiety and unwanted anticipation i had leading up to this point was for nothing. now i look forward to my shifts, and when i have days off i wish i could work for someone else. yes, this is what i have become. pathetic, desperate.. broke. however i have also been thoroughly enjoying the time spent at home when i am not at work. i've been reading lots of books these days. jeannette walls' "the glass castle" was a riveting story about her growing up with an alcoholic father and a mother whose head was in the clouds. a quick read, but hard to stomach at times. days without food, parents who don't believe in doctors and hospitals, living in garbage and filth - and that's when they actually had a roof over their head. an incredible and beautifully written memoir. and i just started into "a passage to india" by e. m. forster.

please either give me your shifts to work, or call the house. i may be in need of some human interaction.