SWAG!

I have been fairly lucky in my places of employment thus far in life, with one or two lemons thrown in. My current job (which fell in my lap by the grace of God just as I really needed to quit my sandwich making, tea mopping, Sunday working, sexual harassment juggling, life sucking old job in a loud public way) is no different. There are some uncomfortable things about it, as is the case in any workplace, but overall, its pretty stellar. Aka, I was running around Hyde Hall tonight catering a couple dinners, and I thought to myself, and then said aloud, "This is way too much fun."

Guys, I lucked out. I didn't so much make it out of the food service industry as was my goal, but this adventure time, I'll take it. Especially cause they pay me lots better to be happy than the old guys were paying me to be miserable. Things are going well, and there are more hours and more catering and better opportunities coming soon to an Amy near you. And I am excited about that, cause tonight was one of those kinda hectic, really hilarious, straight living in the moment kind of shifts. The kind where Garret starts quoting youtube videos and we sing Bed Intruder while doing dishes. The kind where I say with fervor, "We have to start a quote book!" and then promptly forget whatever funny thing Garret just said. The kind where the catering clients actually talk to you like you're a person which is not exactly the norm, the kind where Adam is really happy which is good cause last time I had to "talk him down" from the intense anger involved with a seriously overcompensating short rude client, and that wasn't as much fun as I've ever had in my life.

This night started out feeling like whiplash and then turned into one of the smoothest, most pleasant catering events I have experienced thus far. Things kept going so well, in fact, that Garret exclaimed many times in tones of excitement, "SWAG! That's Swag!"

This word quickly turned in to the theme of the night, like roadtrips that you name. We just kept saying it, cause things just kept going so well. That one word pretty accurately describes how I feel tonight. Things are working out, I think. Life is pretty swag. 

I just like this job a lot on days like this. I am figuring out what I am doing, and really enjoying running around with Adam and Garret, who are some of the funniest people I've ever met, especially when you put them together.We had a lot of fun comparing drivers license pictures and finals week stories and squooshing ourselves into that tiny elevator with a cart and a lot of free flowing, hot liquid, and you know what? Half those inside jokes that got mentioned today? I was in on them. This is the first time I was more often in on the joke than not. Swag.

Also, I found out today that Pat has this plan where I will soon be a lot more involved with Catering and doing that with Adam and spending not as much time dishing soup in the Cafe. I am all for it. Catering is fun. Catering is diverse and adventurous and sometimes filled with stress and adrenaline. Also, that means I get to run around with Adam who I am good friends and not spend quite so much time trying to tread my white, English speaking self in the sea of Espanol whose waves are sometimes pleasant and curiosity inducing and other times pound on you in extreme discomfort. I get more responsibility. It's the kind of niche where people ask you questions and you are a necessary part of a team. I really miss that kind of work. I think this is gonna be good.

Also, I got to bring home Lemon Tarts. SWAG.