the magic position
This weather makes me miss many things. The lake, driving in Otis down East Lake at night with the sunroof open, having a yard to bbq in, sitting on the porch with all the windows open and watching a thunderstorm come across from the west side, the hot tub at night, fireflies, sitting at the intersection of Main Street and 5 & 20 in July waiting for the light to turn and being so abysmally hot... But I drank an iced coffee today which reminds me very much of waitressing, a summer activity that I desperately miss.
For as much as I used to complain about going to work, especially when I would leave the bar at 1:30am knowing that I would have to be back there only 8 1/2 hours later, or when I would work a double and have to be on my feet from 10am to 10pm, the fact that I am cooped up here in this godforsaken office on the sixteenth floor on a beautiful day with no windows within ten feet of my desk and the only time I will be able to see the outside is when I leave, and by that time I am going to be too tired to enjoy it is just murdering me right now.
I miss the deck. I miss moving around and not being chained in front of a computer and phone all day. I miss getting cut and standing out on the kitchen deck, smoking a cigarette with the cooks and listening to classic rock. T and I have been downloading a lot of classic rock lately and I think it's because I associate it so deeply with positive memories of summer.
I miss shifts. I had them with lifeguarding and MacGregor's, and it just makes life so much more interesting. "I don't have to be in tomorrow until 4" or "I have next Monday off". When your schedule is different every day you make more use of your time. If you were working a double, you could get through the day knowing that tomorrow you could sleep in, or get out early to go to a party. Now it's "Jesus God today sucks", and unless it's a Friday, you still have to go in tomorrow at 9. And the next day. And the next day.
I miss being deeply tired. Not just head-tired, where your eyes are tired from staring at a computer screen and your brain is tired from answering inane questions all day, but tired because while you are serving tables you have to be focused, not just mentally but physically. It takes energy to stay on your feet for that long, running around, carrying trays and giant glasses of beer and plates and plates and plates and plates and plates. I'm tired when I leave my office job, but it's kind of like, "OK I have been pretty much completely sedentary all day... time to go do that some more." But driving home, covered in ketchup, with your feet aching like no other, it's a different tired.
And I know I am idealizing waitressing. I worked at MacGregor's at a time in my life where I had virtually no responsibilities, where all the money I earned was mine, where I didn't have to pay rent, where I had a car and a house to go home to. There were some days where I loathed my job. Customers were horrible, bosses were horrible, I was covered in ketchup, those days where I worked doubles my feet wanted to die, I was prevented from peeing for like five hours if it was super busy, the kitchen floor was covered in unspeakable goo... And I remember all those times where I would sit in my car and just whine about not wanting to go to work. The grass is always greener.
But it is 82 degrees in my office and I am wearing a shirt that shows every drop of moisture that oozes out of my pores and I'm super bored and just tired of getting up every morning at the same time, doing the same thing all day and coming home to try to make the most of the precious 3 hours I have to actually enjoy my life with T before going to bed.
Does anyone know of any restaurants around here that are hiring?
For as much as I used to complain about going to work, especially when I would leave the bar at 1:30am knowing that I would have to be back there only 8 1/2 hours later, or when I would work a double and have to be on my feet from 10am to 10pm, the fact that I am cooped up here in this godforsaken office on the sixteenth floor on a beautiful day with no windows within ten feet of my desk and the only time I will be able to see the outside is when I leave, and by that time I am going to be too tired to enjoy it is just murdering me right now.
I miss the deck. I miss moving around and not being chained in front of a computer and phone all day. I miss getting cut and standing out on the kitchen deck, smoking a cigarette with the cooks and listening to classic rock. T and I have been downloading a lot of classic rock lately and I think it's because I associate it so deeply with positive memories of summer.
I miss shifts. I had them with lifeguarding and MacGregor's, and it just makes life so much more interesting. "I don't have to be in tomorrow until 4" or "I have next Monday off". When your schedule is different every day you make more use of your time. If you were working a double, you could get through the day knowing that tomorrow you could sleep in, or get out early to go to a party. Now it's "Jesus God today sucks", and unless it's a Friday, you still have to go in tomorrow at 9. And the next day. And the next day.
I miss being deeply tired. Not just head-tired, where your eyes are tired from staring at a computer screen and your brain is tired from answering inane questions all day, but tired because while you are serving tables you have to be focused, not just mentally but physically. It takes energy to stay on your feet for that long, running around, carrying trays and giant glasses of beer and plates and plates and plates and plates and plates. I'm tired when I leave my office job, but it's kind of like, "OK I have been pretty much completely sedentary all day... time to go do that some more." But driving home, covered in ketchup, with your feet aching like no other, it's a different tired.
And I know I am idealizing waitressing. I worked at MacGregor's at a time in my life where I had virtually no responsibilities, where all the money I earned was mine, where I didn't have to pay rent, where I had a car and a house to go home to. There were some days where I loathed my job. Customers were horrible, bosses were horrible, I was covered in ketchup, those days where I worked doubles my feet wanted to die, I was prevented from peeing for like five hours if it was super busy, the kitchen floor was covered in unspeakable goo... And I remember all those times where I would sit in my car and just whine about not wanting to go to work. The grass is always greener.
But it is 82 degrees in my office and I am wearing a shirt that shows every drop of moisture that oozes out of my pores and I'm super bored and just tired of getting up every morning at the same time, doing the same thing all day and coming home to try to make the most of the precious 3 hours I have to actually enjoy my life with T before going to bed.
Does anyone know of any restaurants around here that are hiring?