International Waitress

Heading into month 3 of 2011, I have finally recovered from the big European adventured I shared with The Man Friend. In my attempt to not remain stagnant in my life, I took on the role of a volunteer at a local food bank. With my New Year's resolution to look smokin' hot by summer and be nearly as fit as an American Gladiator, I have taken on Belly Dancing and continue to practice (suffer through) hot yoga. For the sake of friends, family, and people I work with, I have shaved some hours off of my work week (So the next time some fool pays for their 27 dollar dinner in CHANGE, nickles and dimes, I won't propose they retreat to Denny's and shoot themselves in the foot for being entirely too irritating). Yearning for a little physical change, I went from ballsy brunette to feisty red head.

True, it may seem that I have taken 2011 by the proverbial horns, nevertheless, it appears that I am still a bit...horny!?!? For a change that is.

Since graduating college in 2008, I have done some traveling, some working, writing, reading, and drinking. But alas, the time has come. I feel that no longer am I being challenged by everyday mediocre restaurant goers. In looking for a job, the reality hit me that none of the prospective careers available are paying the 1 billion annually that only I think I am undeniably worth. And true, in my position, I do make a pretty penny, however, I actually asked someone recently "Is that steak good to you?" Seriously, Courtney... Is.That.Steak.Good.To.You? What the hell kind of grammar school did I attend? English for the I dun gooder? It was about this time that I began looking into grad programs. Unfortunately, it was more than complicated to find a masters in "sitting around getting paid buko bucks for nada."

Clearly, this endeavor will be more tyring than I thought. So for the last few weeks, I have been asking myself what I really want to do. The reoccurring image other than me sitting on a beach sipping a big fat margarita was working in some sort of international affairs position. Doing what... currently that is still vague.

So, instead of couch surfing, googling people.com and viewing endless hours of Sex and the City reruns, I perused the Internet for schools offering a MA in International Relations and the like. Furthermore, I rounded up information on the GRE, tuition rates for various institutions, possibilities to travel abroad during my period of study and cost of living from Kansas to Texas, and of coarse, NYC. What will come of the information I obtained today, who really knows, nevertheless, I am proceeding forward. In 6 months I may once again be a student, or I may be knocked up trying to reap the benefits of the State!!! Nothing is guaranteed.

So until further notice, I am on the path to broadening my education...and for the record, though nickles, dimes, and quarters may be legal tender, NEVER EVER pay for your meal with them. If I am your waitress, I will lay out my palm and ask you to ram your face into it; for paying in change is not okay :)