I Was Here, I Lived, I Loved
One of my goals for the future is to be a part-time waitress, on the weekends or something. I’ve never waited tables before. I want to know what it’s like to have to work on your feet all day, to deal with rude and frustrating people, to be at the whim of a customer’s every need. Not because I need it on my resume, but because I need those life skills.
I am an extraordinarily lucky woman. I know this. You don’t ever have to think I am not consciously aware of it every single day. I’m lucky because I don’t have to wait tables for a living, but that’s not because I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, and not because opportunities fell into my lap or I am, dare I say the hot button word of the week, privileged. I am lucky because I worked…
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