I WANT A NEW JOB AGAIN! Sad thing, I love my job. I have some of the greatest co-workers I have ever had. As I mentioned last week, the restaurant changed locations. It is now underground. My duties are the same. I still get free toast whenever I feel the need. But, it is underground. At seven o’clock in the morning I walk into a building in downtown and take an elevator to the basement. Then, somewhere between three and three-thirty I arise from the cave and thereafter I am rewarded with an hour or two of sunlight. If I was a nighttime server this would probably be no problem. I could probably handle that. And in truth I will probably handle this, but I have an itch to, every hour or so take a trip up the elevator and look at the sky and breath air that is not pumped from a vent.
Right now I am sitting in DinerTM and I am listening to the cook talk baseball with two of the most perfectly typical diner patrons over a song by The Cure that is playing on the radio. (Sadly, I get like an idiot inside my head when I hear them randomly on the radio.) The sun is very visible in the large picture windows on the front of the building. I want to spend my forty hours here. I am debating sitting in this vinyl orange booth until the lunch crowd dies down and the owner is free so I can tell him I want to be a server in this antique building.
I am not unhappy, I don’t want this to come across as depression-o-rama. I just feel the need to shake things up a bit. Though, I don’t feel like starting anything over again, at least not this week.