Saturday, April 12, 2008
Summer of my Chefhusband- Boss?
As a teacher I am privileged enough to get the whole summer off! And by "whole" I mean I have Mondays and Fridays off and the rest of the week I'll be at the school planning for the next school year and writing reports. However, as a teacher I am not privileged in my pay. As you may have heard teachers make about three beans an hour, and I need all the beans I can get.
Why not get a job? A simple, summer job with just enough pay to make me feel useful and just enough responsibility to keep my brain afloat over the summer. Yes, a hostess, or maybe a reservationist! What a great job! Now, if I only knew someone in the restaurant industry who works at a resto in the west village close to me...
Bing! My chef husband! He can get me a job at Perry St, right? WRONG. Erik has made it quite clear that I am not welcome to work at the P. And how come? I'm punctual, poised, organized and polite. That seems like a perfect match for a JG restaurant. Sometimes I think about applying and using my maiden name (a la Lucille McGillicutty). Too bad the GM would recognize me. If I could only pay him off. Erik would never know.
Am I asking too much? If I don't work at Perry St, I'll have to work at Duane Reade! For you non-NYers that's a drug store. Why won't he let me work? I think he has some strange idea that I'll sabotage his career or something. Pah-lease! I just want to spy on him. Kidding! I just want to work there, that's all.