The motto of the Cambridge-based Lex Language Project is anyone can speak seven languages. The premise being that they are more easily acquired together rather than separately. I can see the proof all around me. My best friend is Korean, fluent in Italian and Spanish, conversational in French and Mandarin and is in the process of learning Greek; my couch-surfing buddy Marc could speak 5 languages by the time he had acquired as many years, and my cousin Daisy is planning on majoring in languages (French, Spanish and Italian) at Cambridge in the fall. Not to mention the countless polyglots that graced the Shays patio during my tenure there.
All of these people possess a mental flexibility and dexterity that I sorely lack. Although I find the process of linguistic acquisition fascinating in theory, languages have never been my strong suit. I am afflicted with horrendous performance anxiety in the classroom, breaking out in sweats and stutters whenever called upon to speak in anything other than English. Perhaps this novel approach is the answer to my prayers. I have wanted to join the Lex Language clubs for a number of years but always lacked the resources (temporal and monetary) in order to do so.
Last week I saw that they were in need of a marketing volunteer. In exchange for my time I may participate in their club. I am still waiting to hear back, but my fingers are crossed.
After four months of unemployment, countless cover letters and just as many rejections, I decided that I needed to mount a triumphant return to the working world. As much as I learned from my last two positions in the wine industry, I was quite reluctant to return to the world of working wacky hours and family holidays. Unfortunately, unemployment only supplied enough money to cover rent (not pesky things like food), so back into the fray I went.
I applied for a few positions but settled upon a newly opened restaurant called Bergamot, a 12-minute walk from my house. No lunches, a small easily navigable dining room, a well-selected, geekalicious wine list, and oh yeah, incredible food. I can now also add to the list: fun co-workers, a chef who doesn’t yell and an owner who indulges me in my love for social media.
So for the time being I am back to being just a waitress (slash bartender, slash social media ninja, slash blogger).
I recently remodeled the world’s ugliest Bathroom (see before and after pix here). I wish I could say that I did it single-handedly. Unfortunately, my home improvement expertise does not extend to foundational issues and rewiring plumbing. The tub and toilet were both sinking and I had no choice but to call in reinforcements (a big shout-out to my beloved BF, darling twinnie, killer contractor and adorable plumber!).
Still, deciding upon the aesthetics was no small feat for a woman who can barely dress herself. All I knew was that I have always wanted a clawfoot bathtub, and that I was dealing with a windowless room of 45 square feet. Ikea took care of the rest, but I am still flabbergasted that it turned out the way that it did.
The whole process made me much more sympathetic towards people with remodeling woes, so please share your stories and your input.
Hello, my name is Amy Ullman and this is my personal blog. Thank you for taking the time to visit!
I registered the domain justawaitress.com in 2005 when I was in fact just that. The domain name was a cheeky retort to the often-asked question “what else do you do?” “Just a waitress.” No really, I am just a waitress.” “f’real, no joke, my email address is Amy@justawaitress.com!”
Unfortunately, my website did not quite take off the way that I had anticipated. I bought a condo, went back to school to get my bachelor’s degree , attained the rank of certified sommelier and continued to work anywhere between 30 and 90 hours a week. As it often does, life got in the way.
Now that I have acquired some practice writing, a bit more confidence and a lot more time, I am ready to start this up. The topics will be diverse and, I hope, compelling.