Tag: meaning

I got my first job in the year 1999. I was fourteen years old. I began waitressing at a coffee shop on weekends and during holidays in the then-small coastal town that I grew up in. They made tramezzinis (exotic!) and upside-down-belly-dancing cappuccinos (more exotic) and sold them from 7.30 a.m. til 5 p.m. daily.… Continue reading On work and making meaning →