Return to Restaurant Land in the Redneck Riviera

Today begins my return to Restaurant Land. I haven't worked since Nov 1. It's hard to convey how thankful and relieved I feel to have a job again, especially in today's job scene. It wasn't my intention when I quit my job after October to return to waiting tables, but I think it's my best option at the moment.

I love the hustle and bustle of restaurant work. The social aspect meshes nicely with my personality. I feel at home when I'm working in a restaurant. I love meeting new people and interacting with the ones I already know. I like food. I like sweating a little and being in almost constant motion. I like goofing around, too. For me, waiting tables, bartending, expediting, and managing have been like salvation. There is nothing like restaurant work. It's amazing, annoying, taxing, and fun. I like working on the water and being able to enjoy the scene while clearing dishes from a recently abandoned table. The sun like hot glowing brass dipping into a smooth sea and the night steaming and nary a gentle breeze and someone needs some fucking sweet tea.

Waiting tables in the Redneck Riviera is kinda like being on vacation for life, but you have to work, too.