Clearly, my brain is really screwy sometimes. While at work at the Olive Garden the other day, in a moment of enlightenment, I realized something. It was something that I had forgotten all about while trekking to the OG almost everyday to pounding music in attempt to pump myself up for another few hours of work.
I had always wanted to serve at the Olive Garden, at least for some time.
Don't ask me why. I think it was because I have a tie fetish (not so much now that I wear one everyday), I thought the ambiance was warm and inviting, and that the servers seemed older and professional. Hah! Now, after seven months as a server at that ...ahem...place, I consider my previous self to have been juvenile and pathetic to set that as even a little goal in life.
At the same time, I did find it all pretty funny, and chuckled at myself for a few minutes. I had accomplished a goal I had set for myself, fully forgetting that I had really wanted to serve there. As I refilled another glass of Peach Bellini Iced Tea, I once again forgot about the job's attractiveness as I submerged myself into my guests' needs.
How ironic.
*L*
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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