Well. One grad school rejection letter down, two to go. I don't know whether to be glad UNC didn't leave me in suspense until March, or thoroughly discouraged that they managed to decide against me so promptly
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I do my best to just ignore its existence, though this was difficult last year when I worked in a restaurant. All the stressed out couples who are indignant because they want a "special, romantic" dinner and it did not occur to them to make reservations.
"Yes, we want something romantic and special just like they're having! We want this to be something we'll remember for the rest of our lives, so make it happen for us!"
God, I would not want to work in the restaurant industry that day to save my life!
It's far worse than any other holiday - because on say, Christmas or New Years or Thanksgiving, people are a)frequently prepared for the long waits, and b) inclined to tip generously because they recognize that it sucks for you to be working on a holiday. On Valentine's Day pretty much everyone is neurotic and self-involved to the point of megalomania
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Last year I tried to coast through under the cover of night like I usually do, but my girl caught me. So now I had to find something. No sweat, there's this really neat Ethiopian place near where I work which is NEVER anywhere near capacity, so I figured we'd go there. I call three days ahead of time and- they're completely swamped. Absolutely can't take reservations for any time that night. So, still being relatively new to Berkeley, I call a friend who grew up in Hayward for advice. I got a few suggestions, but nothing really useful. At this point, it was The Day. On a whim, I stopped into Ethiopia after work and was told that sure, they had plenty of space! In fact, they hadn't really bothered giving reservations because it hadn't seemed like it would be all that full. I made one, just in case, for an hour and a half later. We had a great dinner, with nary a pink flower in site. Nevertheless, I avoid v-day.
Check my blog on Thursday, I make it a point to post vitriol and hatred on that day.
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God, I would not want to work in the restaurant industry that day to save my life!
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Last year I tried to coast through under the cover of night like I usually do, but my girl caught me. So now I had to find something. No sweat, there's this really neat Ethiopian place near where I work which is NEVER anywhere near capacity, so I figured we'd go there. I call three days ahead of time and- they're completely swamped. Absolutely can't take reservations for any time that night. So, still being relatively new to Berkeley, I call a friend who grew up in Hayward for advice. I got a few suggestions, but nothing really useful. At this point, it was The Day. On a whim, I stopped into Ethiopia after work and was told that sure, they had plenty of space! In fact, they hadn't really bothered giving reservations because it hadn't seemed like it would be all that full.
I made one, just in case, for an hour and a half later. We had a great dinner, with nary a pink flower in site.
Nevertheless, I avoid v-day.
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