What Passes For Structured: My Job
Aug. 28th, 2008 11:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exhilaration(2 Points) What work do I do?: I am a hostess in a very busy restaurant that serves somewhat substandard food and has a bar that stays open for late night drinking and snacking and such. It's probably the worst job I've ever had - doesn't pay terrible - I'd say it's about fifteen dollars an hour, really, because I make an hourly rate and then get a percentage of the sales for the evening as well. Also, usually I will roll silverware and fill sugars for the servers and they each give me a few dollars, and so I take home a little bit of cash as well. When I worked for the Coffee Co. I made minimum wage - but I liked that job better.
When I lived in Philly I worked in a print gallery and frame shop. I made about the same amount of money and that was a really, really great job. I wish I hadn't have had to leave it because I liked it so much, and I wish I could be more confident that coming here was the right thing to do. I've run out of money - I don't have any in the bank and I've maxed out my credit cards. Soon summer will be over and I won't have the income of renting my upstairs every week - I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make my bills every month on just this one job, and I still have repairs to do on the first floor of this house, not to mention furniture and stuff to buy if I want to rent both floors out next summer. It's got me pretty nervous and pretty on edge here, but I guess I just have to wait. I have to wait until the other house is zoned, and then I have to wait to be approved for another loan. If anything goes wrong with those two things, then I guess that would be the time to start panicking.
I've had other jobs - I worked in another restaurant that was more of a fine dining type place. I was a hostess there as well. I worked for an inventory company and would go to stores and count stuff in the middle of the night while they were closed. I worked in another art gallery, and I worked at the front desk of a hotel. When I was in college I worked in the dean's office for like one semester. In Philly I worked for a coffee shop too. I worked for an after school program at an art studio for a while - I really liked that job too but I had to leave because my parents needed me at home. Sometimes I didn't work. When I was a teenager I worked at a drugstore first as a cashier and then putting UPC codes into the computer system in the warehouse. My first job was working at the drive-thru at McDonald's.
Of all these jobs, the one I have now is the most trying and the most frustrating. You think I drink a lot? My job drives me to it.
I don't really drink a lot - I really am not supposed to and honestly, I don't even like to. It's more of a social thing - it just seems weird to me to be writing about how often I go out drinking when I'm not doing all that much drinking to begin with. I just like to unwind at the end of the night with other people, that's all.
When I lived in Philly I worked in a print gallery and frame shop. I made about the same amount of money and that was a really, really great job. I wish I hadn't have had to leave it because I liked it so much, and I wish I could be more confident that coming here was the right thing to do. I've run out of money - I don't have any in the bank and I've maxed out my credit cards. Soon summer will be over and I won't have the income of renting my upstairs every week - I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make my bills every month on just this one job, and I still have repairs to do on the first floor of this house, not to mention furniture and stuff to buy if I want to rent both floors out next summer. It's got me pretty nervous and pretty on edge here, but I guess I just have to wait. I have to wait until the other house is zoned, and then I have to wait to be approved for another loan. If anything goes wrong with those two things, then I guess that would be the time to start panicking.
I've had other jobs - I worked in another restaurant that was more of a fine dining type place. I was a hostess there as well. I worked for an inventory company and would go to stores and count stuff in the middle of the night while they were closed. I worked in another art gallery, and I worked at the front desk of a hotel. When I was in college I worked in the dean's office for like one semester. In Philly I worked for a coffee shop too. I worked for an after school program at an art studio for a while - I really liked that job too but I had to leave because my parents needed me at home. Sometimes I didn't work. When I was a teenager I worked at a drugstore first as a cashier and then putting UPC codes into the computer system in the warehouse. My first job was working at the drive-thru at McDonald's.
Of all these jobs, the one I have now is the most trying and the most frustrating. You think I drink a lot? My job drives me to it.
I don't really drink a lot - I really am not supposed to and honestly, I don't even like to. It's more of a social thing - it just seems weird to me to be writing about how often I go out drinking when I'm not doing all that much drinking to begin with. I just like to unwind at the end of the night with other people, that's all.
