So I was super-excited starting in on the part-time work force last week. I have a 20 hour a week position with a new up-start company that’s really low key and fun. Mr. F had recently gotten in at a really great catering company and spoke so highly of it, I figured… why not? I’ve got event experience and I don’t mind serving hors d’oeuvres, so I signed up as well. I figured it would be good to have the option to pick up extra work here and there if I need to.
I worked my first catering event last night – and while, as I said, I have no issues serving people, I DO have issues with this:
So let me tell you. I had a real “oh, how the mighty have fallen” moment when they pulled these shirts out. I had been okay with being a cater-waiter after being a high level sales person for so many years. I had sort of been looking forward to wearing my new cute tie. I had even made a special run downtown to have a vest as according to the dress code listed for the event.
And then THIS happened. And let me tell you – this shirt is ridiculously tight on me. It may as well have been a sports bra. AND I had to wear my white dress shirt UNDER it, because we can’t let tattoos show. Oh yes, my friends. I was a hottie.
The Oktoberfest theme of the evening was especially highlighted for me, as with my extreme t-shirt wearing and the blond hair oh so many of the inebriated guests enjoyed pointing out how “authentic” I looked. “You really look German!” “um, thank you?” “That shirt is awesome!” “is it?”
Humble pie, folks. Humble pie.
Mr. F was working at another event and finished up before me – drove over and was waiting outside to pick me up when I headed down the stairs. I still had the shirt on – he started laughing before I even got 20 feet from him.
It’s worth it though, right? If I do that part time to do music full time?
I think it is… but barely.