I was working on Saturday night at the restaurant. Tables were full and in the foyer people kept piling up anxious to get inside. Loud chatter drowned out the noise of Hot Chip that was playing on repeat.
I was only working for a few hours, just to help out during the rush between 7-9:30pm. My job was to run food out to the tables. I would cheese it up with a little story behind the dishes, what inspired (the very white woman chef) to come up with these "authentic" flavor combinations, how to eat the food properly, and flirty comments.
There were two of us acting as runners that night, me and a small gay asian boy. He is the definition of fabulous. We spent a bunch of the night gabbing. He taught me the "Soul real" fist bump for Randy Jackson presents America's Best Dance Crew (ABDC for those of you in the know.)
I said something, I cannot remember what it was, but it inspired the question "how old are you?"
"Old," I replied.
"No, seriously, how old?" he asked.
"32"
"No, way. I would have guessed 26, 28 max. Wow. I swear this fits my theory. J NEVER hires ugly people here. Ask Chef, she'll confirm it," he stated.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
What is a workaholic?
Okay so I graduated. My lab left and an my PI is currently in Texas enjoying margaritas and tacos. I am stranded in Boston with nothing to do. It literally took me one week of nothingness before I started climbing the walls. I have no idea why I lost the ability to chill-ax, but I have.
To keep occupied, I have decided to take on some activities. 1) I help coordinate a program that has high school students working in labs. 2) I am a waitress at a hip Asian-food-for-white-people restaurant. 3) I am a lab technician for my friend who need to graduate by December. 4) I am reviewing fellowship grants for my former PI. 5) Making random visits to A's office with some kind of foodstuff. 6) Read journal articles to stay current and to make use of my library privileges before they expire.
I added the time I put in for all of these activities, and realized that it added up to over 50 hours for one week. Yet, I felt like I still had way too much free time on my hands. Did I really work that hard as a grad student? I thought I was a slacker. And what does that mean about my social life that I fill all my hours with these things?
Who knows, but hopefully it will make for an interesting summer.
To keep occupied, I have decided to take on some activities. 1) I help coordinate a program that has high school students working in labs. 2) I am a waitress at a hip Asian-food-for-white-people restaurant. 3) I am a lab technician for my friend who need to graduate by December. 4) I am reviewing fellowship grants for my former PI. 5) Making random visits to A's office with some kind of foodstuff. 6) Read journal articles to stay current and to make use of my library privileges before they expire.
I added the time I put in for all of these activities, and realized that it added up to over 50 hours for one week. Yet, I felt like I still had way too much free time on my hands. Did I really work that hard as a grad student? I thought I was a slacker. And what does that mean about my social life that I fill all my hours with these things?
Who knows, but hopefully it will make for an interesting summer.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
To Health (and vodka)
Today is National Russia Day. The kitchn is one of my favorite blogs and Russian Standard is one of my favorite vodkas. I'm going to have to try what look like some pretty tasty recipes in the link above. Za zdorovie!
Please tell me I am unphotogenic
Evil Twin #2 often chastises my reluctance to take pictures with myself in them. Maybe I am deluding myself, but I always hope I look better in real life than in pictures.
Proof of point: please observe what someone forwarded to me. She found it on the offical HSPH commencement website.
Proof of point: please observe what someone forwarded to me. She found it on the offical HSPH commencement website.
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