Random Scrap:
This is not how this chapter was supposed to begin. According to the plan I was supposed to be already working in a restaurant, have my friends come over after work and drink milkshakes. Instead, I had spent the last month walking through almost every street of Palm Desert dropping my resume (with Paradise Pub listed as my last place of work and Dominika as the manager) at every restaurant I could find - Mexican, Japanese, Italian, Greek. I would always try to talk to the manager and convey my sense of enthusiasm (or desperation) but the conversation would pretty much always end up in the same way - "we are still waiting for the season to start but we will call you whenever we have something suitable". It was still summer and it would be a few weeks before tourism started picking up again. With the dry air of the desert everywhere and the temperatures reaching almost 50 centigrade the search was starting to resemble looking for life on Mars. Dad had told me there was no shame if I decided to come back but there was no way I was getting back on that plane.