Today is the day

I find it funny that I live on Third Avenue, the street with literally the largest number of bars per square something in the entire world, and yet somehow I cannot find a job. Somehow I get anxious when I walk into a cafe or a coffee shop. Decide I'm not cool enough, not indie enough, not enough of a hipster to serve the other cool, indie, hipster kids their chai somethings or another. I walk out with the promise of coming back the next day and slamming my pretty sweet resume right down on the counter and demanding they give me a job-I never do. Well, New York City, today is the day. Today is the day I tip my hat to all the latte sipping and become a latte server. Cheers!