Of last night when Megan (affectionately nicknamed Slim) quoted Amy Poehler of all people. She said,
you have to know when it’s time to turn in your kazoo.
Apparently Amy Poehler worked at some kind of burger joint right out of college. One of those places where you wear funny hats and sing songs into plastic mouth pieces any time a stranger claims it’s their birthday.
The writer knows that
lots of people wait tables. Lots of people wait tables for a very long time. Lots of people make lots of money waiting tables.
Ann Patchett writes of her days slinging fajitas.
The writer spent all of yesterday afternoon at a temp agency; taking tests, and signing dots, and getting hungry.
Temporary office work. Filing. Answering phones. Proofreading.
Kind of like trading in your kazoo for a blow horn.
This is the story that jumps back in time about ten years when the writer waited lots of tables at the adorable cafe on the first floor of The Fine Arts Building on Michigan Avenue.
And one quiet July morning the writer was serving a strange mother and her three beautiful children hot dogs and cappuccinos, and the strange mother looked up at the nice writer and said
you in school honey?
No, not right now. Said the writer.
And then the strange mother looked down at her three beautiful children and said
see kids, this is why you have to go to college so you don’t end up working a job like this.
Jessica Anne 