Now that I'm home from my first night there, I can share without jinxing it:
I got a job. Cooking. I only worked an hour and a half tonight, but it was just orienting myself with the place.
It's not my dream job -- it's at a bar and grill, cooking burgers and other bar food. And the hours are going to be killer -- I'll be pulling down three or four closing shifts (6:30 PM to 2:30 AM).
But it's a job. And the people are nice. And it's a job. And the waitresses tip the kitchen. And it's a job. And I get a free meal every shift. And it's a job. And I get one free bar drink at the end of the shift. And.. here's the best part...
It's a job. Cooking.
I'm a cook.
