Here’s a true story.
Nacho is an illegal immigrant–a squat forty year-old with a buzzed head, neat mustache and gold fillings. He works six days a week in a restaurant–a dishwasher during the week, and a line cook on the weekend. He is paid in cash. The last time he went home to see his wife […]

I serve brunch at a local restaurant. Today, being Mother’s Day, is one of the busiest brunch days of the year. Last night after blogging I carefully set two alarms, double checked the time and volume, and went peacefully to sleep. And I slept. I slept until after noon. My eyes flicked open and I […]

So, I work at a restaurant. I was hired as a host and told I would become a server. I am currently in between these two roles, alternating shifts between them. Serving is a wonderful job; I make excellent money to have conversations, treat people with respect, and occasionally carry plates of food. Hosting is […]