Saran’s Memory
“I remember i was working at boochie garden and i was looking around , wondering why i was still here.
Why i was accepting so little for all my hard work.
If i was lucky a customers check would come out to $50 and if i was especially lucky they would tip appropriately which at the BG would be $8.
$8 of a couple sitting in my section for 2 hours and sending me back and forth to the kitchen because they would remember something they previously forgot to ask for... everytime.
Oh , i was tiered of it.
The very next morning i had drove by the fine dining establishment and something in me told me to stop.
The huge crab hanging from the roof enticed me to pick my nerves off the floor and continue to walk inside.
As soon as i walked in i asked the manager for an application and he directed me to the bar area to fill it out.
As i continue through the questions and made myself sound like a much better server than i am a manager approached me and began an on the sight interview as i sit their trembling, wondering how in the world did i get this lucky.
Apparently his first impression of me made an impact because the very next day he called and asked if i would come in for a second interview.”
“I came in the very next day for my second interview but this time i wasn't just nervous i was freaking out.
I felt like i was hyperventilating on the inside and shaking on the outside because my life depended on this.
The fine dining establishment was THE place to work.
The servers here where like little celebrities in my mind.
I wanted to be just like them.”
“I walk in and this time im greated by two more managers and i thought to myself (my goodness how many damn people does it take to run a restaurant) this had to be the real deal.
This interview was a little different as it was run by a woman manager who didn't seem to fond of other females.
I could swear i wasn't going to get the job by the end of the interview but surprisingly as the interview ended i was offered the position.
Was this real life?
Someone pinch me because this just wasn't real.
Especially for a girl like me, things like this just don't happen.
I usually end up with the shit end of the stick.
I thanked both managers, walked to my car and screamed.
This was freaking happening!
I was now the newest employee of fine dining establishment and i for once was the happiest girl in the world.
This was a start of a whole new life.
A whole new set of employees that i hoped would become family and a whole new job that i could grow in.”
NEXT: Subtext -- Of Horror!
Amalia's Story, Chapter Sixty-Seven
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
1000 Characters About My Mother #20:
"My father took a shower with me, and I turned out just fine!"
"What?!"
"What?"
"What you said?"
"I didn't say anything. Where were we?"
"Where were who? When?"
"Where were you and I, on what date did you and I leave off last week? In our chronology of my mother's life story? Keep up!"
"Um . . . July 1966. The Cub Scouts."
"October 13, 1966 . . . The regular meeting of the Go-Getter's Mothers Club will be held Oct. 19 at 8 p.m. at the elementary school . . . Apparently there was a mothers' group in place of a Parent-Teacher Association . . . the Go-Getters Club . . . Mrs. Louis J. Jacobucci will be the speaker of the evening. Mrs. Jacobucci Is district executive of the Cape Cod District of the MSPCC. This will be an open meeting and promises to be an interesting one. Guests are cordially invited to attend from any of the surrounding villages."
"So? What of it?"
"Mrs. Jacobucci Is district executive of the Cape Cod District of the MSPCC?"
"I'm sure it's just a typo. Move on."...
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community activities."
"You are delusional."
"Then, I found this article, and it all ...
"I have a thesis. My thesis is: In any woman's life, having children would have to be the most significant event. So, in my mother's story -- "
"Her family wasn't really any different from any of the other families."
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"She and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Both her children went to school."
"What else?"
"They were both boys?"
"Anything else?"
"No. That's it."
"So you said, that one way in which your mother's family wasn't really any different from any of the other families, was that she and her husband were both very active in community affairs. Can you tell me a little more about that?"
"Oh, sure. There was always something going on. Cub Scouts, she was like Den Mother of her older son's Cub Scout Pack. Pack 54. Plus the Comedy Club. Plus I'm pretty sure, she was involved in the kindergarten. She and her husband both. And politics. It was the Sixties."
"Just normal 60's Mom stuff."
"In any case, it's time to forget the past."
