i worked my first shift at the restaurant last night. instead of having a regular schedule, joe (the manager) is giving me whatever shifts he can find - bartending either up or downstairs, or waitressing. i was waitressing last night.
you can tell i'm used to being a bartender though. as i took a couple's order, i found myself chatting with them about how long they're in woods hole for, how the drive was, the weather (turned to rain again yesterday), and so on. after a few minutes, i suddenly remembered that people don't come into a restaurant and sit at a table to chat, they actually want to be left alone. so off i ran, apologising. [bartending is way better, by the way.]
as per usual, most of the people coming in were waiting for the ferry to the vineyard, and just wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible. including one woman who went to the bar to order and then refused to actually sit there, instead claiming a table by the window (why bother going to the bar at all then, you ask? so did we). she ordered a salad, hamburger without the bread or fries, and then brought out her own apple for lunch. if you're on a diet, i don't recommend eating in a restaurant period ma'am.
the job search is going, shall we say. nothing in either the cape cod times or falmouth enterprise looks particularly promising, but i'm going to wander around falmouth this afternoon in hopes of finding someplace. supposedly you can make $1000 - $1400 delivering the paper. tempting, tempting. does it warrant getting up at 4:30 am? maybe as a last resort. there's also the "college students! sales and service" type ads that just scream telemarketer, but hey ... a job is a job.
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Dog walking? House cleaning? Have you looked at Craigslist. Maybe someone needs a part-time nanny.
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