So this weekend I hopped aboard this Waffle Truck in Brooklyn and secured a new weekend job. A long-awaited toe hold in the waffle industry.... Next time you are in Brooklyn / on 7th ave you should probably stop by the stand. It's hard explaining to my family that I hate my job in a cubicle and am trying to look for options, like waffles, but I think that what makes explanation even more difficult is that I have nothing articulated for myself.
Except.
I like waffles. I like interacting with a lot of different people, all day long. I like the medieval notion of bartering food from a stand on the street. Moreover, I would rather worry about scraping batter from the Belgian waffle-maker than try and figure out the Inbox in my office or where I put my fucking electronic key card and bathroom keys or have to clean up my desk when company comes like in second grade. Is it unwise to try and shed your salaried job during a recession? Certainly. But I can't quite stop trying to .... I only wish I knew what exactly to aim for.
Waffles.
