worst job ever, plus other stuff

Saw this on the news – Xtreme Measures Teen Driving School. If the shitty spelling wasn’t enough of a clue, check this out – this is a driving school in which pimply, nervous teenagers are put behind the wheel and forced to experience extreme, excuse me, Xtreme driving conditions. So, they have to drive fast and brake hard on a SOAPY wet road, dodge random cones thrown in their paths, drive with two wheels off the pavement, etc. The worst job EVER would be driving instructor for that company. I would go out of my fucking mind. Really.

I don’t suffer from seasonal affective disorder, but I am feeling particularly lethargic and mentally lazy today. I just want to crawl back into bed. Alas, I am at my desk, sitting next to a window that looks out into the grayness. Sigh.

Because the S&P shakers were still in the window boxes at Pig Stand, I entertained fantasies that the restaurant would re-open. Last week, the S&Ps were gone. Gail, one of the old school Pig Stand waitresses, is now working at 59 Diner. The food there is nowhere near what Pig Stand used to dish out, but I’m glad to know at least one of the people who lost their jobs has found employment. And by the way, when did 59 Diner’s food become so shitty? It may have just been a bad morning, but my food totally sucked. Plus, the restaurant was kind of dirty. It had an overall greasiness or something. Yuck.

One of my resolutions for this year is to get my Houstonist column written before Sunday’s due date. If at any time you have a suggestion or want to write a letter for Ask a Dilettante, please have at. Dilettante has received only one letter so far – it was from my friend-since-birth Shawna Mouser. The rest of you need to get on the proverbial stick. Please.