Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. It’s funny how everyone says, “Oh, I’m not into Valentine’s Day, even though everyone else is. It’s just another excuse for Hallmark to make some money. But, um… these little cards with kittens on them were pretty cute. Here, I drew little hearts on it for you.” I didn’t give away any cards, but I’m still one of those people. I guess the day functions as a reminder to think about people you love, even when you don’t necessarily want to participate in the ‘festivities.’
My new job is going pretty well. There are lots of little things to love. I wear a long white apron and dangly earrings and I get to uncork lots of bottles of wine (pop!) and pour them into big sexy glasses. I love bumping the kitchen door open with my hip and sauntering out into the dining room with beautiful plates of food. I love when things go smoothly and I feel like part of a purring machine. My customers sit, focused on their table (what is on it and who is at it), while I glide around them and keep them suspended in their little table-bubble of pleasure.
Plus, my coworkers are hilarious. This Sunday night is the restaurant’s anniversary party, and I foresee that much merry will be made.
BUT FIRST, this weekend shall be consecrated to a long voyage across hill and snowy dale. I really hope the roads are okay by tomorrow so that I can make it to Wooster.
Snow’s cool and all, but if it makes it hard for me to see Stewart, my rage shall burn a path from here to Ohio!