I'll write about the chaos of my life here, so any who are curious as to how I am going about it can check it out whenever! Bare with my rambling, I get excited.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

"Working"

So I have a job. Sort of. And it's rediculous. And for all of you that know me well, you will laugh.

Picture this girl as a hostess in a fine dining French restaurant called L'Absinthe, one of the most expensive in Boulder. HA. Sounds simple, and it is. But me in a fine dining, ritzy environment for long periods of time, is amusing even to myself. I have to remember not to talk to the guests using my usual phrases like "Hey guys how are ya" and "hey you, rock out tonight." I'm learning. I'm fine toning my "proper" side.

My boss' name is Ricardo, the same man who was bowing the "hand-rolled cigarettes" (which I later found out are cigars, which I've been helping him quit) in my face during the interview. He is QUITE the character. I struggle to take him seriously, because he gets so tempered and fidgety and angry but...really means none of it. I made a mistake on the computer because I was bored and trying to get all technical, and it really was no big deal at all seeing that I'm the only one that looks at the computer, but he comes over and asks me what happens, and then blubbers in his French accent "You, you mess things up already! Just leave it, forget it." Luckily I had my back to him so I could at least let a smile escape. I can't take a man like him with an accent like that to heart. All the other staff feels the same, we just grin at each other from the across the restaurant.

My first night ended with two glasses of wine and a plate of Lobster ravioli. Not bad, right? Each night we get a "shift drink" at the bar. Friday night there was a French trio that came in to perform, which after everyone had a couple glasses of wine turned into, Ricardo jamming some blues keys on the piano, Pascal (from the trio) improvising on the saxophone, and a random guy at the bar jumping in on his harmonica. (He says he was a famous harmonicist - I made up that word - who played with Lynard Skynard) It was AWEsome. In the meantime I got into a deep conversation with Woody the bartender about how improvising is one of the most incredible things in life, whether its on instruments or on the basketball court (he played), everyone is on the same page without having to say anything.

As for the rest of my life over here, I am still trying to piece it together. I have an interview tomorrow for an administrative position with Eco-Products. We'll see how that goes. I'm itching for a little routine in my life.

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