I've never wanted to work in a restaurant, not as a waiter, nor as a cook, but times are hard and I gotta make it do what its gonna do. I don't know how long this is going to last because the first thing they asked me to do was shave my facial hair.
I haven't been completely naked in the face since I got my mustache in the 8th grade. That's a lie. I did about a year ago for my interview to get into the education program at my school. Either way, I don't like it. I feel all exposed. I feel like I'm about to be black guy number 5 in the line up on Law and Order...Real pedophileish.It sucks.
I'm damn near embarrased to leave the house. I feel like Samson. I need my scruff to face outrageous mutha fuckas in these streets.
...but that money is calling me, so I shaved that shit. I feel naked and young all in the face. My poor poor face.
Scruff McGruff,
K
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
To shave or not to shave.
Labels:
Cooks,
Facial Hair,
new jobs,
Personal Image,
Restaurants,
Shaving,
Waiters,
Waiting Tables
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