No Reservations
In an odd turn of events designed to keep my plans to move to Boston in December or January on track, I now work for a huge catering company. Tomorrow at 3 pm I will be at a huge function in Fitchburg in a full tuxedo that I got for 70 dollars. By the end of the night i should be 150 dollars richer. It's not a bad gig save for the horribly pressure of a hot kitchen and 2 tables of 10 and an ass load of hors d'oevres