I will not be a "lifer"

You know, i never imagined myself to be a twenty-seven year old waitress.

I always laugh because i started waiting tables the year i started college.  you know, to get me through school and all.  I never in my life would have thought that i'd be working for the same stupid big name casual dining restaurant three years out of school.

I'm not mad per se, i just think i'm now at the point where it's getting old.  There's nothing new or exciting for me to bring to the table.  This isn't a career.  This isn't what i'm meant to be doing with my life.  This is kinda bullshit.

Every day there's something different to talk about, some new customer who graces my life (or wastes my valuable time) with their presence, there's always something i carry home with me....always SOMETHING that sticks.

Anyone who has worked in the "service" industry long enough knows what i'm talking about.  Shit, you could have walked in to train for a position in servitude land and learned enough about how this business works.

The one thing that i honestly don't mind about my job (aside from being super fast cash and being ultimately one of the most laid back jobs on the planet) is that it's ALWAYS good for a story.  Whether it be old woman who tells me that she makes spaghetti for the deer in her yard every night or the party of thirty for a twenty-first birthday party who run me ragged for hours to stiff me....

There is ALWAYS a story.

That's what this here blog is for.  I need a place to let out my frustration, humor, and all around (way too much) wealth of knowledge on this subject.

It might get a little too real, it might get a little sad, and it might just get downright stupid, but this has been my job and basically my life for long enough...

and i'm done keeping my thoughts to myself.

So, here's to you, all my friends in the good old industry.  Enjoy.