Friday Feb 27, 2004

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well, today i have to start a new serving job. uggghhh, i've managaed to go 8 months without it, but as the design work is slow, and the kraft dinner is beginning to turn my skin orange, here goes. i fear i will soon be the oldest living cocktail waitress. and what's worse is, no matter how little i supposedly care about a job like that, first days still make me nervous. for instance, what if i need to open a bottle of wine for someone? now that, that is way outside my skill set. i'm all about the shooters....

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papawheelie:
jeez. at 86 you might well already be the oldest living cocktail waitress!
cc_baxter:
if i want to impress a client i always open bottles with a sword. nothing says respect and admiration like thirty six inches of surgical steel. not caring about your job can be a beautiful experience. i know the norm is to fucking suffer and stress over the fact that your employer isn't in some way fulfilling you. there's no law that says you can't find a job while simultaneously empoyed by another. think of everyday as your last and you will likely get them concerned about how they can make your life easier so that you won't leave them in the lurch until they replace you. meanwhile you look to replace them. my money says you hit "bingo" before they find somebody with your skill set that will work for what you work for.

best wishes to my newest ...
........................and newest
friend

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