Move out day! As much as I adored my shoebox apt with it's 70's appliances, hacking-a-lung-up-every-morning neighbor, linolium flooring, and water that changed from icey to scalding in seconds for no apparent reason...I'm excited to be moving back to my multi million dollar, 19th floor, posh establishment in the center of Boston - even if it is a bit sterile and lacks the view of Mt. Monadnock, crystal clear lake a mere seconds away, and a charming bakery downstairs.
This summer was ultimately a success, though at times I wanted to hang up my apron, throw a fritter at a kid, a storm out of the kitchen. Note to those reading: tip your waitress 20%, not 15%. Waitressing is literally manual labor. At the end of the day I was so exhausted I could barely take off my shoes before passing out before 9. The tips were good - families tended to like me because I was perky and liked to give compliments. And I told them what to order, because honestly, who really wants Indian Pudding...