So you don't want me doing your dirty work?

It's pretty funny when I can't even get a really shitty job. A bussing job.

Elise and I applied at Lone Star Steakhouse, which is basically a dumpier version of Outback and Elise got a call that day for orientation. Not even an interview, orientation. But after seeing the inside of the place, she didn't go.

Bahama Breeze doesn't even have bussers, I found. The girl said, "Do you want to try for server, though?" Okay. "Do you have one year's serving experience?"

Then she suggested a dishwashing job.

Wolfgang Puck's restaurant said they were hiring bussers but they weren't sure on servers, yet they only called Elise back today.

I only have Dave Manuchia, one of the founders of The Olive Garden down as a reference, you'd think I'd be a pretty safe bet to wipe down a dirty table.

If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to making a living as a writer. Have to get back to this little proposal thing for a little book that you may soon hear about.

There was a new Ribcage story this week, even though it wasn't on Wednesday. The new Ribcage slogan is Stories on Wednesdays: Mostly.

But in all reality... who the hell would've thought that Ribcage would still be running after 19 months? It's kind of crazy because the second book (of three) isn't even done yet!