I have been in ATL for over six months. This town is so many things... Old and historical, New and Shiny, Artsy and Non Conformist, and Stepford Wifeish. The games these people play are old ones covered in politically correct jargon. Needless to say the Prince had his armor tested.
I worked for the majority of my time here as a Host at an upscale casual sports themed restaurant. Hosting is a suitable position for royalty. Hospitality is the base of a proper kingdom. Atlanta is currently trying to change its image of Sodom and Gomorraha into a Babylon of sorts. Hospitality being the base of the economic engine of this Temple of Titans. They tower over the skyline like giant Cyclops.
The Cyclops is a greek mytholigical figure that were the builders of the weapons of the Gods. They were known for their skill and abruptness of emotion. Sounds like a Corporation to me. Well they live here! CNN, Coca Cola, and TBS are the Cyclops of our American Pantheon. If you doubt their skill and their abruptness of emotion as an entity look that up for yourself!
I digress. At this den of temperance in an otherwise prohibitionless town I greeted and escorted guests to their seats. My main job was to create the first impression of the establishment. The human interaction with an otherwise inhumane business that glasses bottled concoctions and serves roast beasts. Oh the trials of being a Who in Whoville with a weighty crown in my sack.
A few months ago we switched management. I knew I was in for trouble. However, my early education in survivalism, defenses against wizardry, and pro active communications, prepared me for the battles I knew were ahead. I must admit, these guys are good!
Needless to say.I will be keeping you abreast on my trevails as I pursue my first council with the federal anti-discriminatory legal world! EEOC here I come!
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