For example, take my job. I've been doing the same work for nearly ten years now. I wait tables. I'd like to think that I'm good at it. Most of the time I enjoy it. Lately though, I've found myself dreading it. I wake up in the morning and my day is ruined, since all I can think about is having to head in to work at 4pm. I forgot why I got the job in the first place.
J was my hero in my young adulthood. In my eyes she stood for adventure and freedom. She spent a year traveling around the Pacific Ocean. A trip funded by waiting tables. When she was home J worked at this rad little Mexican food place. In California, Costa Rica, New Zealand and Australia she worked at rad little restaurants too. In Japan she worked as a hostess for the same restaurant I work at. J came home with amazing stories and photos. I was jealous. I started waiting tables.
It's not such a bad gig, waiting tables. I get a free meal every time I go in. I meet for the most part a lot of cool people. I leave with cash in my pocket. Most importantly, I have my days free to do whatever I want. I am free to go surfing, to take classes, to volunteer at SurfAid or stretch out my mornings with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. The cool thing about restaurant jobs is I could be doing the same thing just about anywhere.
Yesterday I made a list of 3 potential jobs that I want, the classes I have left to get my degree and I thought of the people I need to know to get my foot in the door. I wrote this list on a guest receipt at work. I gave myself a reason to get out of bed everyday, rush off to class and rush off to work right after. This is how birds must feel when gliding on an updraft. It was like storm clouds parted and sunlight beamed in. My reason for waiting tables is so that someday soon, I won't have to.
(thanks for the pep-talk J.)
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