My dad died on a September afternoon, while I was going through the motions of another boring lunch shift as the maître d’ at a bougie hotel restaurant in the Financial District of New York City. It was the kind of place where most of the customers were rich, white Wall Street dudes who liked to remind you of how small you were, hurling insults about your life trajectory when you couldn’t get them a table. I tolerated that shit for almost three years.
Every day, I stood at the front podium in a cheap suit, leaning occasionally (which wasn’t allowed) and checking my phone when my manager wasn’t looking. Mostly, I fantasized about quitting and going home. On that particular day, I remember wanting to get home so badly I didn’t even change out of my work clothes at the end of my shift. I just walked out and hurried to my train. Read more…
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