After I decided to leave my miserable (but good paying) job, I was forced to take on a (temporary) job as a hostess. Needless to say, you eke out a basic living on hostess pay (a whopping $10 an hour — I made more in high school).

Now the restaurant is cutting back hours because it’s been slow. And yet, there is one particular waitress who hasn’t seen any cut in hours. Lucky her. Oh, but you have no idea how lucky she is. Or how bitchy she is.

For all intents and purposes, let’s say her name is “Megan.” (Audience: “Hi Megan.”)

What irritates me most about Megan is that she has another job — actually, a GREAT job. Basically, she’s involved in corporate stock trades. Oftentimes she’ll come into the restaurant bragging, “I’m so happy! I made like $50,000 today.” And when I asked her why she has this restaurant job if she’s making so much money, she enthusiastically replied, “Because it gets me out of the house!” Gag.

That infuriates me. If I still had my good paying job, I could think of LOTS of things to do to get me out of the house that didn’t involve WORKING. I don’t know, maybe toss a bunch of $20 bills over a street vent and watch people scramble for it like on those game shows. Or go buy a can of spray paint and try my hand at graffiti tagging. Or start a Jaleel White fan club. The possibilities are ENDLESS.

So if you are like Megan, working a second job only “to get out of the house,” do us all a favor and let someone else get in on the buffet before you take the last Cajun shrimp in the pan.

Tags: unemployment