What I don't tell them is the list of physical maladies that read like symptoms of a flu strain busting out of Asia.
From Bartender to Freelance Writer: How to Prepare for A Career Change
I've been in the service industry for my entire adult life, except for one eleven month period when I got out. The phrase "got out" pertaining to someone leaving the hospitality industry is, I imagine, almost synonymous with a felon leaving prison. The recidivism rate within the service industry is probably lower than most correctional …
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Carpe Diem! Recipes for A Minor Depressive Episode
For those of us that live with someone else, be it roommate or partner, there are those few and far in between times when you get the place to yourself. And today was one of those days! Yesterday, the boyfriend took off for Vegas. I woke up, headed straight for the couch and played an …
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All Jobs are Real Jobs: A Service Industry Rant
"When are you going to get a real job?" This question elicits two different reactions from me: "I know. " and "But, how about you go fuck yourself?". Because I have a fake job. A fake job that has lasted since I was 17 years old selling sweet iced tea in mason jars and fried …
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Part 1: Distance
Distance and time gave me clarity. I woke up that morning with a plan. There was a lot to do. Trying to get your shit out of an angry alcoholic's house isn't easy. Alcoholics don't like it when you tell people about their alcoholism. That's, like, the number two thing they don't like. Number one …
Don’t Go
"I don't want you to go," I sobbed. We sat on his couch, surrounded by his packed boxes. We had only been together for a couple of months. We always knew he would be transferred away. This was expected. But knowing that didn't make it easier. I cried and he held me and I could …
Orange and Red
Scrap! "What the fuck!" It was always a jarring sound. No matter how quietly or not quietly the door was opened. The office door has always been slighly warped. Opening and closing it always made a scraping sound, a jarring sound. It was flung open that morning. Scrap! "What the fuck!" I shoot up from …
