The Restaurant

Ok, I know you all have been eagerly awaiting the next post and I have been withholding, I know. But I have been working a lot lately and I don't have a job, with access to a computer so eat me. Instead, I have a job with access to conceptually and cooperatively oblivious people who interact like cavemen and behave like children.

Thus far, I have not written much about work, because when I'm not there, I prefer not to think about it. However, all I have been doing lately is working so I guess it deserves some attention.

So, I bike to work, which is probably the most therapeutic 10 minutes of my day. The first person I encounter usually is this one valet guy who started approaching me about a month ago. He comes up to me while I'm locking up my bike so he'll get about 2 minutes of face time with me before I go in. Originally, he was trying to pull me into a scheme where he would pay me to use my bike to park cars. But, to my disappointment, I think he was just using that as an excuse to talk to me since the whole plan that we mapped out doesn't really make logical sense and I don't think he would have paid me anyway.

Anyway, I still don't know his name and you know how a window passes for introductions...and when put off they become harder and harder to make. All I know is that some people I work with refer to him as "Heavy D" since he's a little meatball of a man with a tiny head. He certainly knew my name though. The first time he ever approached me he said "Hello Vanessa" and when I asked how he knew my name he just gave me a creepy a look that said "that's not all I know about you." One night after work I went to the bar across the street and he came over with some of the other valets. He ended up driving my friend and I to a bar across town and it turns out he drives this tricked out rangerover with sweet rims. I asked him if it was one of his valeted cars and he got all hot and bothered. But seriously, would you think a valet guy could afford a car like that? Anyway, he asked what I wanted to listen to and I said Christina Aguilera and he puts the musice video to Lady Marmalaide on the TV screen in the front. My friend and I were jamming out at first, but then things just got kind of awkward seeing as though that video is pretty sexual.

Ok, so that's Heavy D the first guy I usually see coming into work. He tries to make small talk...sometimes Im receptive to it, sometimes I'm not in the mood. Then, I enter the restaurant...a place, just like most other places of business, managed and operated by self-serving, hypocritical morons and worked by underachieving, lackadaisical weasels, just trying to make a buck between other, more exciting times of the day.

I will delve into this microcosm next blog, as I am tired now and don't feel like talking about my work anymore.