I'm a College Graduate too, Mr. Double Cappuccino!

Today has been a rather...trying day. Lunch was insanely busy at our humble cafe, with a line out the door and a myriad different kind of hungry people wanting a myriad different kind of things, none of which were on the menu. In the middle of it all, I shattered a latte glass, causing our dishwasher, Angel, to scream something in Spanish that I don't think is repeatable in polite company. Looking back, it was quite funny, but at the time I thought of running away to the parking garage across the street, brandishing a shard of glass to protect me from the evil onslaught of caffeine driven patrons. But I made it, and here I am, typing at my new computer, cursing myself for having just drank a Coke.

Working across from the University is going well, I guess, although it does make me feel a little nostalgic for those times of yore, when I could go to classes and spend my time saying pretentious things about Sartre to other pretentious people who cared about Sartre. So I am giving (perhaps too much) thoughts to attempting MFA school at some point, preferably soon. I am looking at SF State, or one of the other colleges in the city, as Berkeley doesn't have an MFA program, and even if it did, I doubt I could get into it. I don't really know what to do. I really don't think I am ready for a 9-5 job right now--I like to be up and moving around and doing things while I am at work, and then be done with it so that I still have my writing/reading time in the afternoons. However, part of me would like the security of having a salaried job. I just don't know. I just want to write. How hard is that? I mean, as long as I'm not bothering anyone, couldn't I just do it for a while and at the same time have cash for used books and the occasional pad thai? In a perfect world, yes. In Bush's America, no.

Growing up (and I mean really growing up, not turning 12 and shaving your legs for the first time) is wretchedly hard to do. I feel like I am in flux right now, like I am officially a grown up with rent to pay and electric bills and whatever, but with this kiddie job and kiddie desires. Oh well. The good news is, I'm happy. I'm having a good time. I like my kiddie job, and I like my free afternoons, and I like my husband, and I like cooking a big meal in the afternoons. And to tell you the truth, I wouldn't change it for anything. Seriously.

I just get nervous thinking about the future. So to recap: Present=Most Excellent, Future=Imperfect, Bad Puns Related to Grammar=Sadly lacking.

Have a good un, my little cranberry walnut loaves!