Dear Diary,
I have been working a lot. I am coming to realize that it is easier to have two jobs because then you don't get so sick of one place a million hours a week. lucky for me, i have two jobs. yesterday was my first day hostessing at the fancy restaurant. i opened the door a lot. that was my main task. Today on my break i drew up a gameplan for how i am going to get promoted to server asap. it's top secret, but it better work because servers make literally 4 times as much money in the same amount of hours as the hosts. It feels good to be a working girl. I'm on day 7 of an 11 day working spree. It's making me a dull girl but at least I'll be able to pay back my mom for all of her money i spent traveling europe. Today at work I was laboriously filling up ten huge buckets of ice to lug downstairs to fill the salad bar wells with at the school cafeteria, (not permanent. just extra hours i swear) and as my arm was about to fall off from all the scooping, i couldn't help but think that the time that I spent skipping around europe has never felt farther away. But working in the school cafeteria in a time like now is humbling, and I think necessary in a way. I think I got back from my travels a bit cocky and lazy. And I'm almost done with my fancy liberal arts education, which somehow tends to lead us to believe that we are overqualified to work in a cafeteria. But we're not! Some of the people may be weird, and sometimes we have to sit down and scrape the margarine off of our shoes. But just because my parents could afford to send me to college doesn't necessarily mean that I'm any more competent than anyone else.
okay so i've been thinking about that a lot.
love,
Diana