So yesterday I started at the hot dog stand…
It was definitely fun.
It was definitely hard.
It was definitely a hot dog cart.

I realized that I am not good at totaling up orders in my head and making change. This may be a result of my heavy dependence on project managers and client involvement.

I realized that I am not good at giving directions to Chinatown and No, I am sorry, I do not know where the #32 bus picks up and Uh, does Macy’s sell food?

I realized that I am not good at concealing my contempt for ill-mannered children.

However, I AM able to deliver said hot dog to the customer in less than 15 seconds.

I AM able to decipher many non-English speaking tourists gestures for bathroom, cigarette or jumbo polish sausage.

And I AM able to pick the most attractive people out on the street and follow them with my eyes for up to four blocks. Who knew my inner creep was so talented?