the job was a large one. about 400 guests who needed to be cared for with sodas, some wine, water, and various finger foods. i was on busboy detail. once again, the circle is complete. i used to do that in high school at the el torito restaurant in maryland during my senior year. i was good then...but wow, what 23 years will do for you! i bounded from person to person, picking up empty glasses and soiled napkins, retrieved little sticks that once harpooned little shrimps and pieces of chicken, and shuttled empty water and wine bottles back to the staging area. my smile was unfading even if my deodorant was.
who am i kidding? catering is a young mans game. i think my feet are about to fall off. i also think it's time to invest in a pair of shoes with some cushioning, and perhaps a shirt that breathes a little better. still...it was a job. my first dollar in the city. there's a sense of pride at working a job, earning a wage, being valued for your service. sore feet and sweaty shirts are badges of honor for a laborer.
someone has said that the laborers are few even though there's so much work to do. i think i know why. hopefully there will be a few more dollars to come.