Throughout the Houston nightlife scene there are many who simply know mi as “that waitress chick” or “the bartender”..this is how I gained that title.
Some of us have harder lives than others. That’s how the damn cookie crumbles I guess. Some are born privileged, while some are not. I was born into the middle class and downgraded to the latter category via a dysfunctional family. Hey shit happens. The most viable lesson that I have gained from this life experience is a hunger..not the hunger for food as was the case when I was young, [that's another entry that may never get entered], but a hunger for prosperity, security, and advancement. After beginning college it became evident that a lack of funds on my mother’s part, was going to make my college experience a tough one. Faced with staggering out of state fees and lack of parental support, after moving to Houston it soon became apparent that trying to live on my own was going to be difficult at best. My out of state fees during my 1st year at Texas Southern were not fully covered by my modest financial aid package, moreover, living on campus proved more costly than what the experience was worth.
After moving off campus into my own apartment I surmised that the $8.50 I was then making at the now defunct CompUSA would simply not cover tuition, books, rent, etc. Then I was laid off. Yep, pure fuckery. So I entered the quickest field I could think of…I became a waitress.
By this time I had secured a job at Office Depot, but even then, the money I was making was still not enough to cover all of my expenses, which were meager in themselves. Gas, food, rent, lights, and insurance. So I took on a 2nd job at Pappasito’s…
I was terrible. I detest Mexican food with a passion, so remembering the ingredients of foods that I do not even indulge in was difficult at best, I didnt like to talk to people..in short. I sucked. Needless to say after being downgraded to a hostess, and being forced to work with a group of teenaged girls still in high school, I knew I wouldn’t last long. In fact I didnt, I hated it so much that I simply never went back one day. End of that chapter.
Unfortunately, my financial situation had not changed, so a 2nd place of employment was still needed. A friend of mine asked mi to accompany her to a club called Onyx, where she was trying to become a waitress at. The day I walked in with her, was the day I walked out a waitress. However, it took mi down a path that I never imagined…
