Adultivity

I'm just going to start.

Today, I had an interview at a wine bistro down the street. It's very cute and cozy with a patio in the back. I would love to have a romantic dinner there, but for now, I'll settle for working my ass off there. The manager seemed like he had already interviewed 76 people by the time I got there and he let me know that he had 4 or 5 more coming. Thanks. I'll go now.
I think I was a damn good hostess. I think I would be one again.

The problem is that I worked at Hooters. This fact never goes over very well. I think even Hooters looks down on Hooter girls. I'm tempted at times, when I'm very broke or having peanut butter and jelly for dinner, to go back and get my job back. It was laid back, I made a ton of money and all for wearing a tiny pair of shorts...
and then I remember, the last night i worked and the table full of 20 howling marines, how uncomfortable I was, and how wasted they were. . .

PBJs aren't that bad.

posted by Adultivity @ 6:06 PM