There's these two dudes, both waiters. After work one night, they go to a bar to drink beer. One of them's bitching about his girlfriend. After listening to his co-worker's griping for awhile, the other one says, "Why don't you just break up with her?"
"Are you kidding?" says the first guy, "She's got DirecTV®!"
I made that joke up–although I'm sure there are similar ones out there–to illustrate a point I might get around to try making here in a minute. Feel free to tell the joke if you want. Nobody reads this, so you can pretty much claim it as your own with little fear of contradiction. If you want to tell it and sound more grown up, instead of having "DirecTV!" be the punchline, you might say, "those rockin' big titties!" or something like that.
Anyway, the weediest restaurant in America, where I wait tables at night, is a little like that large-breasted, DirecTV-having GF. I kind of want to break up with her, good arguments could probably be made that I should extricate myself from the situation—even though there's a lot of good there's also some downside to the relationship— but some things I like about the situation keep me sticking around. I'm pretty happy with the schedules I've been getting here lately and I like that we close at ten (eleven on weekends). The money's acceptable. There's also a hell of a lot about the whole ordeal that I'm not so crazy about.
The wisdom of the ages has always held that the best time to look for a job is when you have one (or more). I'll probably remain there for awhile, assuming I don't get fired; they love firing people at the weediest restaurant in America. Just writing this stuff down is kind of helping me focus my thoughts on the subject. Thanks for reading, and if you have any suggestions, I'd love it if you'd share them with me.
"Are you kidding?" says the first guy, "She's got DirecTV®!"
I made that joke up–although I'm sure there are similar ones out there–to illustrate a point I might get around to try making here in a minute. Feel free to tell the joke if you want. Nobody reads this, so you can pretty much claim it as your own with little fear of contradiction. If you want to tell it and sound more grown up, instead of having "DirecTV!" be the punchline, you might say, "those rockin' big titties!" or something like that.
Anyway, the weediest restaurant in America, where I wait tables at night, is a little like that large-breasted, DirecTV-having GF. I kind of want to break up with her, good arguments could probably be made that I should extricate myself from the situation—even though there's a lot of good there's also some downside to the relationship— but some things I like about the situation keep me sticking around. I'm pretty happy with the schedules I've been getting here lately and I like that we close at ten (eleven on weekends). The money's acceptable. There's also a hell of a lot about the whole ordeal that I'm not so crazy about.
The wisdom of the ages has always held that the best time to look for a job is when you have one (or more). I'll probably remain there for awhile, assuming I don't get fired; they love firing people at the weediest restaurant in America. Just writing this stuff down is kind of helping me focus my thoughts on the subject. Thanks for reading, and if you have any suggestions, I'd love it if you'd share them with me.
Quit and then you & I can head to Florida for Spring Training. . .only a few more weeks. Weeehaw!
ReplyDeleteGood luck. :)