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All was for the party.
-Clarissa Dalloway
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
PS July 30 is my year anniversary of blogging...time, how do you say? flies.
Just that: Because I, and you, can.
All was for the party.
From an email I just sent to a friend-seemed more like a post to me, so thought I'd edit a bit and put it here--All is grand! How are you? Quick aside: I work plainly silly hours some (most) times and one of the things that really trips me up is wanting to socialize post-work. I talk to a lot of people but it sure doesn't feel "social". It just kind of adds to the work. And having friends who are patrons doesn't make it less work, it makes it more. I LOVE having people up, but oy, it takes a lot to explain that when I'm working. There are actually things to do-which is not always apparant to the common spectator of a service industry job being carried out. How many drains to unplug, inter-employee fires to put out, drunk people to ask to leave, paperwork so people get paid, explaining to do, deal making, pleading...is endless. Restaurants and the extension of them, I think, at the moment, is one of the most real, intense real life dramas. I'm glad to be a part of it, but for people who don't work IN it, it must be so difficult to imagine what we just may be doing all the time...It's really a lot of stuff. Anyway, my desire to chat and be with friends after (and outside of) work, is very real. Now to work the schedule so it works for me...That's it...to the email:
I'm bound to write more. Things are piling up in my brain. I'm going to attempt a list so I don't forget...
Bienvenido a vida.
I mean, really, there's a lot-my fascination with film production; my interest in emergency relief management; my sudden peak in reading; new crushes; feeling good about my job and like there may be a future in something remotely pertaining to it-and being almost adjusted to f'ing New York Shitty.