I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

I just spend the last 5 minutes counting all the restaurants that I’ve worked at.

I believe it’s 28.

28 different businesses, buildings, co-workers, policies, uniforms, menus, managers, etc.

It also means that I have 28 different restaurant jobs with a million stories attached to them.

This is why when someone suggests that I’m limited on what to write now, I kind of laugh to myself.

The stories are endless.

Truly endless.

Got up to get a water and thought of 1 more.

The point is, if I brainstorm for more than 6 seconds, I think of hundreds and hundreds of posts.

Most of these involve me, some co-workers.

Oops.

Just thought of 1 more.

That makes 30 now.

That doesn’t even touch on my experience in retail, corporate, teaching, designing, etc.

The fun part of this realization, is that I can write without PTSD.

Most of the time.

I can remember fun stories, of my wasted youth.

I haven’t decided if I should write chronologically, starting with Day’s Inn.

Or

If I should bounce around from Georgetown, to NYC, to Alabama, to Atlanta, to Lexington, back to NYC.

Or

If I should write them as I think of them.

Who knows at this point.

In truth it will probably be a little of both.

Oops.

Though of 1 more.

31.