Perusing down Memory and Lane

One of my earlier jerbs (no typo here) was working in a restaurant. Yes, if you've ever wonder what @meno used to do when he was agile as a gazelle (so the rumor says) he worked as a waiter. Honestly, as much as there is very little glamour(this word is also hilarious) to the whole thing, it was a paying job, and one that I'm proud to have held. img src

Now, don't think I worked at some fancy place neither, nothing of the sort. I worked for a few months for a mom and pops restaurant, then for a famous franchise. I remember those years with a little bit of nostalgia, funny enough. It's not because it was easy, but because it was my first experience with the University of Life.

You would be very surprised to know what kind of people work at restaurants. I mean, I honestly could not have been more surprised myself. We had philosophers, singers, an ex lawyer (not joking), single moms, boy we had those. It was a gama of different cultural backgrounds and life stories. But somehow, someway we all learned to get along.

In my earliest memories of "people watching" I vividly remember seeing people hold themselves back intentionally. In particular I remember this gentleman in his late 50's that spoke five languages, but decided that his old job was too impersonal, and preferred to work with people, even if they pay was not as good. I remember being confused, asking myself if I would ever choose a path like that. I was younger, I was idealistic, and money in many ways sat among the holy concepts.

I've asked myself a time or two if I would incentivize a child of my own to work in a restaurant too. As an experience, as a clever way to value simpler things. Who would argue against understanding what hard work means? I think the fact that as society we are forgetting that, is costing us big time, and its inflating concepts of entitlement.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this trip down memory lane, I guess I felt like sharing something personal. I've changed careers so many times, it feels some days as if I used to be another person, literally another person. I guess that's what motivated me to share, I wanted to remember that older me a little bit, and maybe get to know an older version of someone who reads my crazy ramblings too.