I get an other worldly feeling every once in a while when I am waiting tables. It's like this: suddenly I think how strange it is that I am bringing these people food and drink---that I am rushing to do it, that they expect this and pay for it ( Read more... )

In the back of my head at all times is the fact that I won't be in Ann Arbor anymore after two weeks ( Read more... )

I was standing on the corner yesterday talking to Tom about how my new neighborhood was all in Spanish, and that there was a sweet boot shop a couple doors down from my house. He asked me if I wanted to get some food before I left, so we got lentils and rice from Sultans Mrkt. It's only two dollars, and they put hummus and jerusalem salad on it ( Read more... )

I am moving to Chicago. Sometime in early August ( Read more... )

Today, I feel, too much was asked of me. Oh boy, did I perform though ( Read more... )

You begin with working at a restaraunt that has too many reservations ( Read more... )

Is it summer, or is it just me? Despite the working situation, which is totally out of control--I have been having fun ( Read more... )

Feeling reclusive on this rainy night. Hanging out with the cats and the internet and the television. I am supposed to be the new resident expert on wine at the restaurant, and so I have been doing research, but realize I can't afford to taste the wines I am learning about ( Read more... )

The dentist brought me two joys today ( Read more... )

There is something about certain men who are expecting to be served in restaurants, or bars, or whatever ( Read more... )