Anyone who was worried after reading my rantings last night, please don’t. I’m fine. It was just a sad moment that I wrote down. It’s true I’m thinking the uncomplicated life of a server might be the way to go for a few months. But I’ve been thinking that for a month or so now and I haven’t done anything rash like quit my job. And, the truth is, no matter how much I think about it, talk about it or blog about it, I might not get a job as a server.
I’m one of those cautious people. I’m probably cautious to a fault in fact. I won’t quit my job until I find a new one. And even if I do find a new one I’m not likely to quit my job. You know that whole “a bird in the hand is worth two in a bush” thing.
And I wouldn’t even be considering the life of a server again if it weren’t guaranteed to be temporary. I’m planning on doing something new and going someplace new. So, everything is temporary right now. I know it isn’t happening very soon, but it’s always a surprise to me how quickly time passes. If I don’t go in 2011 then I’ll go in 2012. So, working at my current job is temporary. Just like being a server would be temporary.
Hell, moving here in the first place back in 2005 was supposed to be temporary. I had a seasonal position with the company and I was going to find a journalism job somewhere else in the meantime. I was going to go somewhere exciting full of new people and potential boyfriends. I had my eye on Colorado Springs in fact. I wanted to work at Focus on the Family and find me a Christian man.
And then life happened. I couldn’t find a different job. And I got promoted here. So I committed to stay another year. And then I stayed another year. And then I got shuffled around. And then another year. And then more shuffling. And so on – and here we are.
Or, here I am.
And I’m not awesome at the moment. But I’ll be fine. And, if I decide to be a waitress, that will be fine. I promise. But right now…meh.