from peeing on priuses to getting things done
Let’s get started. The first step to find yourself in a similar situation is to lose all sense of responsibility for your actions. This can happen to you in a few different ways. For one, part of your identity might center around a sense of clumsiness, forgetting your metrocard, spilling hot soup on yourself, or …
Innocently enough, I joined a canine shelter in Chiang Mai, Thailand to feel less like an unmarried house wife while visiting my boyfriend for who knows how long. With more time on my hands than merits even the faintest excuse for being unproductive, I have dedicated some time to filling a void in my heart: …
In the summer of 2016, I signed up to work Reunions at my college. Reunions is the big ol' party for alumni, where they are able to rent rooms in college dorms, get drunk at one of the two small town bars “downtown” (more like, down hill), and relive their college days. As someone without …
For someone who believes she has social skills but often proves otherwise, awkward interactions are common place. Misunderstandings, silences, oddly placed giggles, and the utilization of self-deprecating humor to make friends or meet new people are my specialty. A few days ago, while piled in the back of a truck turned open-air mini bus on …
The dinner table, at my third WWOOFing location, has assigned seats. Unofficially of course, but I sit across from Evelyn, the 64 year old woman who loves television and cross words, who sits adjacent to Antoni , the 26 year old Belgian with Jesus hair, who sits across from Gabe, my 22 year old boisterous American …
Gotta say WWOOFing ain’t always a dream. One day you might find yourself holding an over-sized ladle stirring “confiture du lait” (literal translation: milkjam) for four hours at a time, in a rapidly heating room, accidentally burning yourself and trying to defy the romantic pursuits of another WWOOFer. You might find yourself with bad cooks …
Working at the Llama I lived in constant fear of a few things. First, that my dress was see-through. Quite rational fear, I believe. Especially when you forget to pack a bra and have to make a makeshift one out of scotch tape in the bathroom. Second, that I would not recognize an important person …
A balding man with a long ginger(ish) beard sits next to his Russian wife who is twice his height. They are conversing with a blond woman and her mother, who sports a leopard print t-shirt. “This must be a hoax,” the bearded man says, slight amusement in his voice. Beyond them stand 400 exhausted passengers …
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Imagine, me-- a wee hostess at an up and coming hip and expensive restaurant. Let’s call it, “The Llama,” with one Michelin Star and a bunch of really intimidating (but nice) food and wine geniuses. Never having any experience at a restaurant, I came in all dreamy-eyed, scratching this romantic itch of working in the …
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