Monday, September 15, 2008

8 year olds, Dude.

This is what it's like being a manager: Whiny servers. Hungover bartenders. Temperamental chefs. Non-English speakers every where. French, Italian, Japanese (but born & raised in Argentina, so fluent in both Spanish & Japanese), Mexicans. Drunken patrons. And 14 people telling me 30 different things they need me to do.

I've changed my mind. I don't want a grown-up job anymore. I want to find a job where I get to fingerpaint and squish sand between my toes and spin around and around and around until I get dizzy and fall down.

The upside is I totally love getting dressed up to go to work. I've been asked repeatedly how I can wear heels and never waiver or wobble.

Faut souffrir pour etre belle.