The story so far:
Since I have some new followers, I’ll do a brief synopsis:
I graduated college in 2009 and moved to the Hamptons to live with my boyfriend, Billy (who I met in college), who grew up out here. I got a job as a waitress and had been more or less happily muddling along when it dawned on me that a blog might be a fun way to vent about all the crappy customers I have to deal with, and so The Hamptons Waitress became a thing. In the spring of this year I changed the format to make it more accessible to a wider audience. Because of that, a local newspaper got in touch with me about writing an anonymous column in a similar vein to my blog. Oh, and also Billy dumped me in the beginning of the summer—I think he might have been cheating on me, but it’s unconfirmed—and I moved in to my friend Leah’s parent’s pool house and she had an abortion and I maybe made out with her brother Silas and a bunch of other stuff.
I said yes to the newspaper, fully understanding that if I were ever found out I would be fired, which is what happened two days ago.
I did my best to keep the blog and the column separate, but now the cat’s more or less out of the bag and I figure some of you might be interested in reading my articles…maybe? They’re called Tales of a Hamptons Waitress.
Rebecca deWinter is a character from the book Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier. Rebecca is shallow, deceitful, vain, and cold. A really awful human being, which is why I thought she would make a good nomme de plume. I’m sure there are some similarities, but I comfort myself by thinking we are mostly very different from one another.
Oh, and Eloise is also a false name, and I write this blog and the articles without mentioning the restaurant where I work or any identifying physical information or menu items. So, you can guess all you want but I’ll never tell.
In the fall I’m going to grad school just a short drive from where I live. Leah and I are going to move into an apartment together and, in theory, I’ll get another job as a waitress and continue to write about my experiences…or maybe I’ll write a book. Whichever happens first.