I’ve spent the last few weeks stressing and fretting about my lack of employment. I was premature about the steakhouse hostess-thing, but it’s still a possibility. Problem being only that my guy there is on vacation, and won’t be back til next week. So in the meantime, I printed out multiple copies of my resume and started trekking the city, giving it to any decent looking bar, cafe or restaurant I think might be able to use an attractive, outgoing white girl such as myself.
I went hunting in the East Village, but only talked to middle-men, so I don’t know if I’ll ever hear from any of those places. I’m hoping Murphy & Gonzales might take me, if only because I would love to work at an Irish bar and Mexican place in one. That’s just cool.
Today, my roomie Mel accompanied me as I went about our neighborhood, and I think I might find more success here. I’ll be blunt when I say that my attractiveness will help, especially because most hot young things (hah) would want to work in Manhattan over Brooklyn; possibility of more high-end clients and thus better tips. Or I so I imagine. Point being, that’ll help me here. The bar on the corner of my block was my first stop, and the guy I talked to asked if I could bartend. I can’t, at the moment, but I told him I was training and would be by the end of August, so I think he’s definitely considering me. Working there would be sweet, I could literally leave my place 5 minutes before work. The other places I went all seemed fairly receptive to me, especially one cafe with a cute little Asian girl manager, who introduced herself and said they were hiring, and that she would email me tomorrow. Score. Not that I want to count my chickens or anything.
On a similar note, I finally got my hair cut, thank Odin. My hairstylist, Rita, is an amazing woman who I simply adore, and she loves me. So much so, that she told me about a job opening at a bar in Hell’s Kitchen at the end of August, that was going to try and set me up with. So if my place fails, I have a possible back-up. On top of that, she’s inviting me to a semi-corporate party thing she’s hosting so I can hand out my resume. Double score.
That’s all, but I want to leave you with a gift. If you want a beautiful haircut (guys and girls), go to Astor Place Hair and ask for Rita. Tell her Bean sent you. It’s well worth the visit, and it’s affordable. I won’t let anyone else touch my hair. She also happens to run her own beauty service (make-up/hair) for celebrities, and she works on people like Harry Conick Jr. Her friend cuts Chris Noth’s hair. I know. She’s a badass.
Catch you on the flip-side,
Bean
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