You’ll need to know that I spent most of my young professional life wiping high chairs free of Mac N’ Cheese residue at Friendly’s. I once worked underage in a farmer’s market coffee shop for $4.75 an hour. (Guess the free coolatas were a big selling point in my 14 year old head).
I have expertise in lifting trays the size of kitchen tables and providing crayons as peace offerings for crying kids. If you dig Italian food and strong Italian girls, put me in a polo shirt and dare me to carry the ravioli plates of a party of 8 on my shoulder.
Need proof?
Ask the restaurant’s mascot (whose work uniform includes a giant fork twirling life size spaghetti) for a recommendation. Its a shame but I doubt “Uncle Skeddy” has a Linked In profile. So you’ll have to refer to his facebook fan page
So yeah, I’m not exactly waiting for my big waitressin’ break. But I can bring some pretty sweet stuff to the table. Like my ideas, words, and passion for good stories.
Who knew the menu offered ravenous young journalists too? Yum. I suggest you order that.
And yes, gratuity isn’t included. So be nice.
~Gina Ryder
ginar819@gmail.com
Philadelphia, PA
