Category: First course
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Clusters, Wolves and Weeds
My first second of my new job, I got lost in the parking lot. A beautiful woman in a chef’s jacket showed me the way out. “I despise first days of any job,” I told her on that dark, chilly morning an hour before sunrise. “Thanks for walking me out of the maze.” “I completely…
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Shameless Thanks
Two RG posts are up for “Post of the Year” at the popular South Florida Daily Blog. “Can She See Your Dog?” was post of the month for January 2010. “Alone in Time” was both the reader’s and the editor’s choice for September 2010. For Post of the Year, readers vote for their favorite, while…
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Work, Move, Work, Move!
I will post again soon. It’s been a hectic few weeks with ending one job on one day, packing some clothes, and starting a new job the next evening. The new job is not without some challenges, and living out of a suitcase is always fun! Hopefully, the chaos will be over in a few…
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Thank You, Rambling One
A hearty thank you to Kim Ayres for awarding Restaurant Gal a Rambling Beard Award 2010. Kim is an incredibly thoughtful writer and extremely talented photographer in his own right. His site is always well worth a visit. One of these days, I hope he will guest post again on my site. Happy 2011, Kim,…
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Year’s End, New Beginnings
In 2010, I worked three jobs simultaneously, driving from one job and one Key to another, back-to-back with only an hour in between, to get these jobs done. I abhorred one job’s customers while I shook my head at another one’s fourth inept manager in as many weeks. The third job, however, I loved–both the…
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Overheard
A mom to her daughter at a Fort Lauderdale Target: “Just buy the jacket, leave the tags on, wear it, and we’ll return it tomorrow when the weather warms up again.” And so it goes during a temporary cold snap in SoFla. A couple of “jackets” I will never return:
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Making Merry on a Whim
On a whim, I mentioned to a once-upon-a-time-two-years-ago-almost-but-really-never boyfriend who is, thankfully, now a friend, that I was looking for work off the Rock. I was on the other side of his bar, enjoying the evening, waiting for my great guy to get off work. Within two minutes, my now-friend gave me a name and…
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Angels aka the Direct TV Techs
It took me two days to clean my new place and make it habitable; it took me three days to move into it. It took me two minutes to know I would have to shove, cram and stack my three rooms of stuff into my new two-room place. It took me three minutes to realize…
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The Reports of My Leaving…
…are only slightly exaggerated. (With apologies to Mark Twain.) But as is the case in any small town, this one’s coconut telegraph has been abuzz with all kinds of possibilities and probabilities about my past, present and future. “I heard you are leaving for D.C.” insisted a customer last week at job two. I replied…
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Sloop John B
Many years ago, when today’s reality was never thought of, I attended every single one of RG Daughter’s and RG Son’s elementary school holiday concerts. I’d like to say it was a beautiful experience, one to which I looked forward every year. But if I said that, I’d be lying. Horribly. If I’d lived in…