I am the expo.
Filibuster incoming ...
I worked in journalism (mostly sports, but some hard news, a lot of design and editing) for about 15 years before the layoff hammer hit. Kinda floated for a bit ... really had no clue what I wanted to do.
Good friend of mine has been a kitchen manager for several years, basically hands me a line job. Work that for a few months, expo gets fired, I get that gig, and I've run with it. Got a new job lined up basically running the catering and food service for a local children's nonprofit (hanging on to the restaurant gig, since the money is great, I get tips as an expo). I am the main liaison between the front and back of the house. I keep tabs on everything. I know where every server is at any given time. I can jump behind the line if needed; I can bartend if we run into a pinch; I can barback, bus, dish ... whatever needs done, I do it. My life has changed so much in the last two years, but for the better. I've kinda done the opposite of everyone else -- instead of taking some **** food service job out of college until I get a career going, I had the career and now can just **** around in a restaurant.
And yeah, if I'm expo, don't touch the food in my window. That's my house.