After class yesterday, I stayed behind with two classmates, Maria and Vicky, who are Italian and Russian respectively. They began talking about how much they miss their own cultures and how dissatisfied they are with American culture. Maria said I’m one of the most human Americans she knows, and Vicky said she is fed up with superficial, emotionless Americans. “You are an exception, though, Janine. I’m sorry, Honey, but it’s true,” she crooned, and gave me an apologetic hug as if she were insulting me. It made me laugh. How is that an insult, to be called human and unsuperficial?
Then later on at The Reyn, Jess and I were engaged in a conversation about…I don’t even know what about, to be honest, but the subject of jobs came up. “You should work here,” Jess said.
“I’d love to work here. How much fun would that be?”
Israel, the owner, whipped around. “Why didn’t you tell me that when I was looking for a new waitress?” he almost screeched at me.
“I’ve never worked in a restaurant!”
“Bah! You’d be a good fit here!”
The Reyn, if you haven’t read about it yet, is an old, small coffee shop that my family and I frequent. They’ve never had more than a couple waitresses, and only during busy times, so losing one is losing a big chunk of the staff. They’ve been down a waitress for about a year. Israel finally hired a couple of young guys from a type of work-study program, and while they’re good kids, they’re less than stellar at their jobs.
Israel looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Maybe I should fire Matthew.”
One of my classes at school is actually a position on the staff of an annual literary magazine called Inscape. Inscape only meets officially in the fall semester, to choose the written pieces that will be published that year. Last week…okay so maybe it’s been a week of compliments…last week the instructor told us that we can continue to work on the magazine next semester and he’d sign off on independent study credit for it. After class, he asked me specifically if I’d continue on the staff, because he thought my input would be valuable. I’m pretty sure it’s because I’m the only grown-up on the staff this year: professors seem to appreciate students over 30. Still, how nice was that?
OH! I submitted my essay, When The Hospital Calls, to be published in Inscape, and it was accepted! Several other editors, not knowing it was mine, said it was one of their favorite pieces of non-fiction. It would have benefited from more revision, but, you know, wouldn’t they all. This counts as being a published writer! Woo-Hoo!
If you read the essay and don’t know Joe, here he is, alive and well 10 years after surviving a brain aneurism:
I learned how to knit this week. Go me! My sister, Shelly, bought some round knitting looms that are good for making hats, so last night I made my first hat. Joe is modeling it. He actually kept it and wore it to work this morning.
My views for Monday:
I decided to get a tighter shot of the mountains with less parking lot. Today my point of reference is hidden behind clouds, so I expect this shot to change again. Wednesday should be clear, so I’ll be closer to getting it right.
Here is the rest of The View Club, you should go take a looksie:
Celi, from The Kitchen’s Garden (Celi’s currently on vacation, so go back a day or more)