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Friday, February 22, 2008

Not "Just" a Waitress (but so what if I were)

I'm always flattered when guests in the restaurant think I'm still a student.  Especially if they're younger than 90, when anyone under 45 still appears to be in the flower of their youth.  Awhile ago, I decided to just answer the questions without a timeline in my response, perchance giving the impression that I've only just graduated, because the discussion begins to get a little strained.  It usually goes something like this:

Guest (G): So, are you a student around here?
Lisa (L): I was, but I've graduated now.
G: Great!  What's your degree?
L: I have an English degree.
G: Wow, that's really great (clearly this person graduated in something useful, or they'd never say that)!  And now?
L: Sweeps hands around to indicated restaurant surrounding her.
G: Well, yeah, but really, what now?

It's at this point that I start to flounder for something to say.  Should I defend my right to be "just" a waitress if I want to?  Discuss how pointless it is to get an English degree if you aren't going to go on to teach?  Tell him about my secret double life as a blogger?  Tell him I'm really a writer? artist? 

L: Well, I really want to open a restaurant some day.

Gets me off the hook every time.

Of related interest: Why I am a Waitress.

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Wow, we have almost the EXACT same stories. English degree. Tried teaching. Discovered it wasn't for me. Drifted for a while. Waited tables. Loved it. Quit, looking for a "better position". Found one, where I am now. Wishing I had the courage to chuck it all and go back to the Columbus Fish Market, where I left. (Honestly, that inclination has died somewhat now that Ruth's Chris has purchased them)

Anyway, just thought I would finally speak up and tell you how much I love the blog!

This hits so close to home - I'm a waitress, with a bachelor's in English: Writing, in a college town - if I had a dollar for every time I've been asked if I'm a student...sometimes I laugh off my degree as impractical, sometimes I simply say "no I'm not a student," sometimes I want to scream...

If you are happy and you are not asking others to pay your bills, you should never have to justify what you do to anyone. Reminds me when I had 4 young children and people used to come up to me and ask me if I had heard of birth control! Apparently education does not necessarily bring manners!

Well, you know what I do for a living. Impressive huh?

I've dodged those 4 words my whole life. When asked "what do you do?" I've scrambled so many times. I've used: I don't like to talk about it - they think I'm a hitman, I'm between jobs - they feel awkward, I engage in days of soul sucking institutionalization - they stare, ... Haven't found a good answer yet.

Funny thing is, lately I like what I do, I'm just afraid to tell anyone for fear of acceptance.

After years of crafting possible responses, I'm starting to not care as much as I used to. One of the perks of middle age.

Have you thought about joining a writing group?

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