If the part-time waitressing job at which I’ve spent (approx) 100, 000 hours a week, since my abrupt evacuation from the soft bosom of university, has taught me anything – it’s how to stay happy in the face of adversity. Oh and hard graft. It’s definitely taught me a thing or two about hard graft. I’m a firm believer in finding the fun in even the most gruelling of tasks – but any attempts to make the kitchen a kindlier place in which to work – reminiscent of a scene from Snow White, are quickly quelled by my moody supervisor, who clearly does not share my affinity for Hi Ho.
A futile and fruitless couple of months – of infinite applications and even more rejections – have passed by since I said farewell to university. I had begun to accept that my fate was to don a gravy covered apron and try to remain pretty and polite whilst fat wedding guests in ill fitting suits clicked their fingers at me and told me what to do. I’m not proud to admit that during one particularly arduous event I wept. Uncontrollably, inconsolably wept like a hysterical lunatic – whilst simultaneously trying to clear plates from tables full of angry patrons.
But after one obscenity too many being roared at me across a hot kitchen. I decided that it was time to pick myself up – off of the marquee floor. To polish myself off, to channel Aretha Franklin and teach myself a vital lesson in self R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Because a true fun loving gal doesn’t allow a spilt tray of champagne or a depleted overdraft to wipe the smile from her face. Nor does she intertwine her self worth with her bank balance – it’s incredibly counterproductive. A true fun loving girl embraces each situation in which she finds herself, and she makes the best of it. Any ordinary female can be fun loving after a few cranberry juices in a club. This is the real test of dedication to the cause – true fun loving girls must remain to be so – especially in the face of adversity and must not conform to the unwritten rule which states that hard work must be horrible. The fun loving girl finds joy in even those most menial and gruelling of tasks.
I’m trying really hard to avoid sounding at all like Pollyanna but realise that I am parlously failing to do so. I think, what I am trying to say, most inarticulately, is something which Oscar Wilde has already said much better – we’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
So this is for you – all of the girls struggling to remain happy in the face of post university adversity. Even when you’re being roared at across a hot sweaty kitchen, even when you’ve just spilt a whole tray of overpriced champagne all over yourself, even when you’re elbow deep in nine hours worth of other people’s washing up. Look up and see the bigger picture – because it’s really not so bad.
we’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.