Apparently, the old familiar tale is getting boring, so here's a new, version of the classic Cinderella story. Cinderella - an abridged and insightful recount.
If the shoe fits…wear it? I slip on my rufflely pumps as another season at the Bistro by the Sea begins along with the speculations. This past year has taken me on quite a journey but upon returning from New York my melancholy was quickly swept under the rug by my friends at the Bistro.
After a year of the world seemingly berating me, I felt a bit like Cinderella stepping back into my role as hostess at the Bistro By the Sea. Perhaps my fairy godmother transformed me from a poor-and-beaten-down-unemployed-person into a cocktail-dress wearing-summer-hostess. Ok…ok, not quite the same as a princess but I think it’s the closest I am going to get.
For many of the characters found at the Bistro it is necessary to apply the “Second Grade Teacher Principle”(Your second grade teacher does not exist outside the classroom right?) Each summer when returning to the Bistro it almost seems like you don’t exist outside the Bistro, and nothing has changed. I never pretend to be someone I am not, and I pride myself on being genuine with everyone, however I really don’t know how I became the person everyone at the Bistro thinks I am. On a day-to-day basis I am a sweat-pant-wearing, soccer-playing, cross-training, klutz who is more interested in having fun than looking good. Upon working at the Bistro I have been shockingly transformed into a woman who in the last four years has been described as poised, graceful, commanding and beautiful.
I wouldn’t describe myself as an ugly stepsister but rarely do I get the same reception I do when I am working at the restaurant. Most of the time the Bistro seems like it is my Cinderella ball and that it cannot possibly be real life. Perhaps, I should store up all the compliments I get for the end of the summer when my carriage turns back into a pumpkin.
Before the clock strikes twelve I will embrace my inner Cinderella for another summer and be thankful for the fairy godmothers who have kindly taken me back and seemingly transformed me yet again.
Blah blah blah…and they lived happily ever after.
