And by scoop, I just mean a news update.

After that close call with my iPod, you may recall that I tore off to go find a job so that I could afford another. Fortunately, the resumes I handed out were not as whimsical as the iPod, and they, unlike the iPod, fulfilled my expectations. Unfortunately, I had to make a choice, something I’ve never been particularly skilled at.

While some may feel that the restaurant industry is one big mass of transitory, college student drudgery, I’m disagree.  I like to make the most of wherever I’m employed, and in that vain, I caught my self torn between three potential jobs: 1) bar-tending at a small bar on Main street, 2) serving dinner at the Belgian Bistro (which is literally below my apartment), and 3) hostessing at Jean Robert’s table.

1) Here’s a secret dream of mine: bar-tending.  It’s SO true. I just love the…ahem…uninhibited atmosphere, and that’s likely because when at the bar, people are in the “jovial” or “tipsy” stage.  It’s the loose cannons that start flying after they leave the bar that I’m wary about. But yes, bar-tending seems casual, laid-back, fast paced, and chipper, so I’ve adopted it as a life goal.  My older brother told me that I shouldn’t feel pressured to hold off on graduate school if there were other things I’d like to accomplish in life before committing to a career.  Perfect opportunity.

2) Taste of Belgium is literally within spitting distance, and after hassling the owner for so long, I feel like it should be an obligation if nothing else.  Not to mention the fact that having additional serving experience would help me find a side-job after graduating. In ADDITION, servers are paid in tips, where performance means everything, and the harder you work, the more your pockets reflect it.  I enjoy that concept.

3) the Table is fine dining, and as a hostess, I’d have the opportunity to become familiar with some of the business people in Cincinnati who know how the game is played.

I took the hostessing job since they were the first one’s to have an opening.  That’s not to say, however, that I’m not scrambling around to see how I can be in three places at once.  Why can’t school just be done with? But not too, quickly.  There’s still so much I want to do.