You thought that I'd be broke without you...you were right...

Not until this past year was I introduced to my now least favorite term

"survival job"

The survival job comes in many forms...temping...prostitution...selling the few items you own on ebay

and the most popular: waiting tables.

Since I am super popular, guess what I picked?

I waited tables once in my life. I told myself I would never do it again. However, I also did a children's musical once and told myself I would never do it again and look where I landed.

People told me that getting a serving job was really difficult in NYC if you didn't have NYC-table-waiting experience (apparently carrying a plate to a table is SO MUCH DIFFERENT in Manhattan) or unless you had worked years in another restaurant.

I had only spent 2 months waiting tables in Michigan 5 years ago so I thought it would take weeks to convince some schmuck to hire me...then I remembered I'm TJB...so it only took 2 days before I had 3 offers.

And now I hate my life (more than I did before) as I subserviently carry plates of oysters and shaved lamb to young professionals trying to impress the hot chick that wouldn't date them 3 years ago at UCONN but are impressed that you'd splurge for that $30 bottle of Red you describe as having "earthy undertones"...

that's because there's dirt in it.

So CHEERS America.

and tip your waiter.

because we're all just trying to survive.

I need to borrow some money Mom,

TJB: Making It