Another College Blog

So for work, I wore my first two costumes although the race car driver was actually taken in September when it was warmer and I could get away with dressing like that outside. Unlike Mom's we had to not only dress for Halloween, we had to go all out.  Since it's a sports bar, we were encouraged to pick something that would fit a sports theme.  I am not done.  There is one costume I'm begging and pleading with Mia not to make me wear, but a few others that are pretty bad as well.  We have multiple parties scheduled from tonight through Saturday.  Of course, I'm not supposed to wear the same costume twice.

So I’ve been working at the new place for a few weeks now, and it’s pretty much exactly what I feared it would be. The transition from Mom's to this loud, high-energy sports bar has been jarring, to say the least. Back at the diner, it was regulars, pancakes, and coffee refills. No one was really looking at me. Here? I can feel their eyes on me constantly. The hair, the makeup, the outfit—they all do their job a little too well, which is both validating and completely exhausting. Financially, things have flipped. My base pay has shrunk, but my tips have absolutely exploded. You’d think that’d be a win, but honestly, it’s complicated. There’s something a little demoralizing about putting in a full week of work and realizing that  all I’ve really done is “earn” a very expensive new purse. Sure, it’s a designer bag and I look great carrying it, but I didn’t choose it. It’s just the kind of thing that gets expected of me now. Pretty girl, pretty accessories. Spend some time looking g...