When I was in college, one of the many jobs I held was as a waitress in a diner. I had some strengths as a waitress; I was nice to the customers, I was good at recommending extra dishes (or “upselling”, as we professional waitrons used to refer to it).
But I was spacy. Most people got the correct orders, and most people got a bill that reflected what they ordered. But the occasional exceptions to the rule got me the nickname “Space Waitress”.
Now I’m out in the real world, and my waiting days are behind me … but I still have my spacy moments. I’ll be sharing some of them here.
Glad you could stop by,
Speranza
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