It just occurred to me that I’ve been a little–or a lot–remiss in keeping up with this blog so far. I’ve been working so very much lately. What’s worse, I’ve been working at a job that seems to suck the very soul from me.
Don’t get me wrong. Bartending can have very fun, very high-paced, exciting moments. I just remember getting hired there many, many years ago and thinking to myself, ‘I’ll probably only be here a few months or so.’ Heh-heh, my friends. If I’d only known. The only thing that’s been there longer than myself has been the hardwood, the brass, and that damn bottle of Orange Curacao on the bottom rail. But I digress…
It seems that I saw things very, very differently on the way in. I saw all these servers and bartenders in funny stripes, hats, and button-laden vests (T.G.I. Friday’s, I know), and I only saw an escape from an even worse job. I didn’t see all the work, and I certainly didn’t see the jaws of the red-and-white-striped trap poised to snap themselves shut. All self-pity aside, it seems a bit difficult to escape at times.
It seems, however, that I’m probably as close as I’ve ever been to leaving that place. The brain-dip will hopefully be mine to savor. To jump into that lovely swill of freedom, that day job, that opening up my brown-bag lunch, that leaving work when others don’t slumber and do think to say what they will in my presence. To eat dinner, to sleep, to sleep perchance to have a day job…
Sigh. Soon, I hope.
