So, the days since New Years we've had the pleasure of snow and more snow, as if January were the catch-up for all the winter we'd missed. Some freezing winds and temperatures, the wind's have died, the temperature has warmed, yet still it snows, big wet flakes, a foot deep where unshoveled and untrammeled on the sidewalks, big piles at the edge of city blocks, the town, with the lights wound round the trees and pines, old buildings lit up from within, it's a Hallmark Movie.
Time, now, to be looking for work, I've scoured the internet for a 1000 places to go prospecting, places to spend the summer, but - for the moment I need money, some stable employ, an income that can accrue and buy me up the mountain...
And I find it, an ad for the old Cock-&-Suck, the trauma of which I'm still processing. They're looking for a cook. Of course they are, they always are, always have been.
But it sets the fire under my ass, get a job, don't in any way be so desperate that in the spring you're forced to go back there.
That won't do.
I suck it up, contact the mother-in-law, get the news. JR hasn't gotten a job, still, and the restaurant is reopening so he can work the summer. He's planning it on doing it with his wife.
This is - darkly - hilarious, you've probably read posts wherein I discuss his eagerness to work, earn money, take on responsibility, his ease with customers and staff, there's a comedy under way to be sure, the darkest reality TV series of them all.
It's funny, for the longest while the owners - JR's parents - kept the restaurant going because he was in school, they needed to pay for that, then he'd get a job. Only after school, and a typical - wham-bam-shit job it was, he was no more employable than before. SO now the restaurant, it's his living legacy, they're hoping somehow that he's going to grow up enough to take it over, only he won't, he'll sink it into the ground...
In any event I won't be there, just seeing the ad was trauma enough, I need to find something quick, then maybe something better...