oh, glorious, glorious day... the day when i finally get to report, or rather shout from the roof top(or fire escape) that i will never again have to set foot in cafe centro as an employee/indentured servant/corporate lackey. that's right, y'all... i am free! i have finally managed to pull my shit together to the point where i landed, and started, another job. a job, mind you, where i get to wear my own clothes and i don't have twelve bosses and the customers are not constantly searching for ways to make you aware of the fact that they could quite literally own your ass if you slowed down long enough for them to catch you...
it really feels great. i left centro earlier than i intended, mainly because i was at work yesterday, taking the normal lineup of shit and i realized that i didn't have to be there anymore! i could leave! i had another source of income! and so that's what i did. it was wonderful.
no more carnival barker outfit! no more meetings in which i am instructed to "sell sell sell!" no more being treated like a sixth grader who has been deemed slightly too precocious. no more hedge funds! no more trust funds! no more old bitches who have never worked a day in their crotchety waspy life yelling at me for not telling them the brand name of our sparkling water! no more working banquet events with thousands of dollars in gratuities that i never see, and instead am expected to accept an hourly rate! no more t. todd, or karim abdul jabbar, or crazy bread-cheese-olive lady! no more mr. wallace and his ugly-ass, strangled-in-the-throes-of-puberty son!
oh boy. there has been a lot building up over the past year, let me tell ye... it's my own fault for letting it go on this long, but truthfully, restaurant jobs of the sort i am interested in are somewhat hard to come by, and it is only by the grace of a good friend that i found the one i now have... and i didn't want to trade one hell for another.
i am proud to say that i made a promise to myself that i would not work another summer there, and i made it in just under the wire on the fulfillment of that promise. but i made it.
the new place is called pacifico, it's on smith street and pacific in boerum hill, carroll gardens, brooklyn heights, whatever the heck you call that part of brooklyn and i invite any and all of my friends and fam down for some margaritas and mexican... it's good stuff.
and now, since i won't be working six days a week, maybe i will have some time to actually do stuff! like radio, or some volunteering or god, i don't even know! the possibilities are endless.
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