Category: Odd Jobs
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From Tavolo to The Ashmont Grill or, Out of the Frying Pan and Into the Fire: Part One
There had been complications during my tenure as GM at an Italian joint in Dorchester. A two fold disaster, mine and theirs, called Tavolo. Chris the owner and the executive chef, now wanted me fired after about a year of being their personal axe man. I heard it from the lips of my friend who…
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Not Exactly Door to Door
Continued from yesterday’s post. There’s a romanticism about being a salesman. You travel around, no boss breathing down your neck, you show up at people’s houses, do the demonstration, smile, maybe there’s a lonely housewife in there somewhere. For an aimless, skinny kid from Vermont, this was nowhere close to reality. I spoke daily to…
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The Days of Sandwich Artistry
After one semester of college after high school, I dropped out. Maybe it was the straight Fs I received in all five of my classes, maybe it was the feeling of always being broke, maybe it was the drugs and alcohol…Probably a combination of all three. We used to eat a bunch of acid, pull…
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My First Dishwashing Job
I followed an ad in the local paper. This place, The Windjammer, just up the street, was hiring a dishwasher for $5.25 an hour. $5.25 an hour! At my current job, counting cans and bottles at the redemption center, I made minimum wage, $4.25. This would be a huge upgrade and I wouldn’t have to…
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That Time I Worked at Red Lobster
On summer vacation between my first and second year of college a good buddy of mine, Chad, told me to apply to a Red Lobster where he worked in the kitchen. “It’s pretty cool there,” he said. Desperate for beer money, I went in to speak to the general manager, this chickennecked guy named Will,…
The Aging Bartender 