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.