I've been doing some phone work at the old joint lately. Here are some prime questions I've been asked in the past two days or so:
1) How do I enter you into my GPS?
2) (same person) Do you have valet parking (it's Manhattan, no one has valet parking)?
3) If I come on Saturday at 8:00 without a reservation how long will the wait be? (I can actually predict the future, but instead chose to do this glamorous job with my special gift)
4) Can
That's really it. Just a question more than a complicated, wordy insight. I wish I could afford to take a week off. I wonder if I can afford not to.
Well, tomorrow's Friday.
...eludes me. Both as a dream and as a reality.
I'll be 41 in an appallingly short time. On Tuesday I am going to apply for a part-time second job as a waiter. It's not the late February combo I foresaw. Im in a city I don't want to live in anymore, waiting for something to happen.
Believe me I've tried to make the things I think I want happen. You can't force it. Especially if you don't know what "it" is. Or worse, you've got the wrong "it."
I think most of us - at some point anyway - go through the "can I afford to take this day off?" kind of thing. Especially if it's a traditional good money day, e.g. a holiday, friday or saturday nights at most places or a night where you are understaffed. Worse, maybe you're sick or having a family emergency and you need to weigh not only the cost of the day but the importance of your job versus the importance of the other parts of your life. Somewhere between table numbers and side work we learned
I think I finally have decided what I want to be when I grow up:
Confused.
See, I've already grown up and that's what I am - confused. So by default, I've made it! I feel like I could do anything I wanted to, and do it well, if I just set my mind to it. But I can't have that mind make up what "it" is. I am increasingly paralyzed by a fear that I will accomplish nothing of lasting impact. Why I think I should, can, or deserve to is another story. If everyone could be