I work all day today. First at the cafe then a catering gig downtown. The uniform for the latter is a sexless, black button-up and slacks. A man’s tie.
Accepting a gig and pulling out my ugly nonslips always brings a feeling of resignation but there’s something nice about being briefly anonymous, going to work and standing there, quiet, with no one to talk to and nothing to say. Not only am I staff at whatever bustling event we’re there for, but everyone I’m working with is a stranger. I’m in an office building off the freeway. I smile and wander, offer appetizers, remove plates. I stare out a floor-to-ceiling window. I eat lunch in my car…
I’m wondering if I’m painting myself as an offputtingly solitary person in some of these posts. The truth is that I love spending long hours with my sisters and my friends and my mom—but just about as much, I love being alone.