Well, I guess it’s actually pasta slinging, but so long as my income is determined by the generosity of total strangers, in my mind, it will always be shit. Chunky, stinky, runny shit. Brown, greenish-brown, sometimes even red.
(Where’s that damned eek emoticon when I need it?)
So yes, ’twas my first day earning money in the Golden State, and I must say that it went well. Nice clientele, appropriate tips, no weasely comments on my tiny morsel of an accent. I give it two days before one of my tables calls me out on the “y’all” thing. Hey, I may be from the South, but at least I have sense enough not to wear fur-lined boots in 80-degree weather.
So, what to yap about in my first REAL blog entry? Nothing really stood out today, other than the ever-encroaching sense of financial demise from this shitstain of an economy we’re kicking. I applied for a second job this afternoon. Seriously, the more I think about it, and the more my Mocha Man explains things in layman’s terms, the more I want to pack up and move to Belize or Micronesia or something. Hell, damn near everybody speaks English in Hong Kong… Anybody with me? We can take over an island entirely populated by Pygmies and dub it the People’s Republic of Grits-n-Tits.
My opinion? Belize. I swear to FSM, if I ever win the lottery, I will buy Belize. They speak English, they have healthcare, and the beaches are TDF.
Can’t make grits in Micronesia. No corn. But we can have some really nice coconut fish.
Mocha Man. *snort* Does he read this? Seriously? And he lets you get away with that?
Yes, welcome to shorts and UGGS whether it’s 105 degrees or 60 degrees out. I’ve got to get outta here!
But where????? Hey, there’s a cool book called “Getting Out’ for people who want to immigrate to another country. I can afford Costa Rica and New Zealand. Not bad choices. Come with me.
Welcome to the Land of the Unreal. Dont’ gain weight, don’t grow old. Become invisible.
xoxox See you soon?
Yes, Beanstress, he’s fine with Mocha Man. He’s the one who, when describing me to his mother for the first time, said, “She’s not fair, Mom, she’s WHITE.”
And Janisssssssssimo, I’m SO there with you on New Zealand. I’m going to get that book. Right now. I have a feeling it will sell out after Thursday night’s VP debate.