The girl Raisin got fired at work, which is unfortunate for her. Its also too bad for me, because now in addition to working five straight server shifts I have to pick up some host shifts as well. By next week with Thanksgiving and the days I have off in a row I should be in good shape, but what upsets me right now is that I don’t even have time to buy new clothes for my host shift. I am not talking fancy fancy, but maybe just a new blouse from Marshall’s or such.
Thankfully, my roommate Adam has come to the rescue and is offering to let me borrow his Nat Nast silk shirt. He has not even worn it yet because his mom, who commented on my Fore Street post chastising my lack of cheese cracker knowledge, just recently gave it to him when he went home to Maryland for a few days. I thank him, and her, for letting me borrow the shirt to lift me out of the too much work blues. Nat Nast is the exclusive brand of shirt that Charlie Sheen wears on television. Let me offer you a sneak peak:
like a wild pheasant in the woodlands, this has a little sparkle.