Jun 302010

It was Gay Pride in San Francisco over the past weekend and my old manager Steve asked me to come in and work a shift at the door of Harvey’s. I’m glad I did. I enjoyed at least a half-million hugs as the evening progressed from old co-workers and past regulars alike. Its nice to return to a place and see how well liked you were in times past. I do miss working in a restaurant some. The fast pace and high energy nature of the job provide a workout that can be difficult and time consuming to replicate I’ve discovered. I miss the constant social interaction as well. After being forced to talk to random people 8 hours a day for 9 years, I’ve gotten pretty used to it.

I took a picture of Castro street on Sunday night, but my Blackberry is being a wanker and refusing to send the photo to my email. The damnable device is now sitting on my lap in a state of dysfunction. Removing the battery is the eternal cure all!

As I worked and contemplated, I did come to remember why I was totally done with restaurant work. I hate the invisible lines of power that everyone pulls on. Being treated like a person of inferior station by a ragingly annoying queen gets old fast. Making sure that you have 20 different little sauce containers so that you triple your calorie intake during dinner rather than double it? Yeah, that’s pretty dumb too. Listening to you make an obvious joke about the check is mega lame. You are the 10^9 +1th person to think of that joke, and it wasn’t funny the first time. In my new job I’m often viewed as a skilled and competent programming expert, which I find both thrilling and shocking at the same time. Respect was always much harder to earn in the food service world, and often dearly paid for. I don’t miss that…Pride 2010

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