*Ophelia*
Even with the looming possibility of moving to L.A. still ever-persistent in my head, I manage to put myself out there and get another waitress job at a diner not far off from my usual busking spot. In fact, it's on my street; Broadway Diner Nashville has been around longer than Mama has.
I've only been once or twice, but thankfully, I've got enough experience being a waitress that at the end of the interview, the manager, Harriet, offers me the job on the spot.
“Come on in tomorrow at three. We'll get you trained up, though all we'll really need to do is show you around," Harriet tells me with a gentle smile. She's the first person I feel has looked at me with any mountain of kindness in days.
I'm delighted to have another waitress gig to help with bills. I told Harriet thi
