September 6th, 2006

Dance

Victory Breakfast

I can remember the exact moment I decided to work for Epic. I was working at the Sheraton. I'd been up since 4:30, at the hotel since 5:15 setting up, and we were getting a flood of business travelers who were ignoring the buffet and ordering ala carte which meant the ticket margin would be even lower than usual and so I'd be earning about twenty-cent tips per person. For some reason an inordinate number of them were ordering eggs Benedict. I was sick of those wages and those hours and the ungrateful business people. It was time to leave. I swore to myself that one day I would be the one on business travel eating eggs Benedict and then I realized it wasn't going to happen staying at the Sheraton. Two days later I gave notice. Two weeks later I was gone.

When we got to Texas this morning our rooms weren't ready so we retired to the Coppertop, the restaurant here at the Mariott, for breakfast. While the Baldwin Park Mariott I was at last week didn't have it, this one does indeed serve eggs Benedict. I have arrived.

They were right: success does indeed taste sweet. And creamy. And a little salty. I like it.