I’m the Only One With Sweat Glands

You can say I’m into yoga. I practiced independently for the 4 months I was in El Salvador, the 2 months I was in Costa Rica, and at went to classes when I was in the states. Now that I have somewhat more free time on my hands I have begun taking more classes at studios in the area. This led me to my first heated class.
It was low heat though, the class was actually titled “Warm Vinyasa.” So I’m thinking, ok, I can handle this, piece of cake. I make sure to bring my yoga towel ad I head out.
The studio is heated to around 85 degrees which is a temperature I enjoy running in and the heat is supposed to really open up the muscles and increase flexibility, meaning you can get deeper into poses which really comes in handy for all those hip openers.

1 min in: Ok, I see you heat. I will definitely be fairly sweaty by the end of this.
4 min in: Forehead and armpit sweating starts.
10 min in: Sweat beads from on arms and legs. This is getting real. How long is this class? 90 min? I am in trouble.
15 min in: Sweat drips onto mat.
30 min in: Towel starts to get saturated with sweat. I hope this does not affect my grippage latter on.
40 min in: Grippage affected by sweat-saturated towel.
42 min in: Instructor- “Ok everyone be sure to get some water.” I take sip of water. Sip turns into 5 aggressive gulps before remembering I need to save this precious liquid.
50 min in: Look around. Nobody else is dripping. I have been dripping for 35 minutes now. I question all principles of basic human biology.
65 min in: All muscles shake from loss of so much fluid via sweat. One other person has some sweat stains on their shirt. Still no signs from others. Convinced they had their sweat glands removed.
80 min in: Oh thank god we are finally doing floor stretches. Make way down to mat and notice I have completely saturated the towel along with some rogue sweat puddles around the mat. I lay down to a warmed sweat-soaked towel not completely unlike a towel that may or may not be soaked with urine. Yes it crossed my mind for a second. No I’m not ashamed by that.
88 min in: Savasana…more like sava-sauna. (I totally just thought of this as I was writing. I pat myself on the back).

My muscles were definitely opened. But more noticeable was the fact that I think I had lost all the liquids in my body.
Water has rarely tasted that good.

Do you have experience as a waitress?

No, but I have been to a restaurant or two.

This was my first interview. And I got the job. You know that thing they say about honesty being the best policy? That’s pretty good advice.

And you know that other thing about it’s not what you know but who you know? That’s also pretty true…

The two jobs I have now as an assistant cross country coach and now server/waitress (I still don’t really know which is the correct/best term) were both acquired through friends. After multiple weeks of applying and searching and applying and searching and hearing NOTHING, I repeat NOTHING, back form a majority of places and rejections from the rest. As I had anticipated, the real world is rough.

But you know what? No homework.

And happy hour is pretty awesome. Not like I couldn’t do happy hour before… but for some reason happy hour seems like such a new and exciting thing. And I love it.

So back to my first interview and acceptance into a “real job.” I really couldn’t have happened upon a better job. I am now a server at Caffe Union in the city.

There was supposed to be some training involved as is usual when you are starting  a new job. I walk into the caffe for the first time, it’s a comfortably close-quartered place with walls painted in muted tones with some coffee shop style paintings on the wall. The menu looks delicious. And all the staff I meet are great. So I’m shadowing one server, having things pointed out to me, your usual training stuff.

And then…

One server has to leave. And it’s getting busier.  To emphasize this I just want to add that it was Sunday and this is basically a brunch place. They call it Sunday brunch for a reason….BECAUSE IT HAPPENS ON SUNDAY. It’s not Friday brunch, and Monday brunch would be just weird. So this place was full, with people waiting, asking me questions whose answers I did not know. and next thing you know, I’m taking orders.

And that’s when my training stopped and my first day began. Yay?
And you know what? I killed it.

I took orders, made espresso beverages, wrote legibly enough for orders to be easily read by the chef (this is perhaps the most exciting thing), made drinks, figured out how to carry multiple plates out, and so much more.
It was so fast paced and thrilling. The tips helped too.

Turns out waitressing may become my new thing.
And by may become my new thing I mean has become my new thing because I started writing this post ages ago and am still waitressing and making that money now.