Yesterday I woke up and went to a job interview. It is to bartend at a gay sports bar. I figure guys always try to impress ladies with the tips they give them, so why not take advantage of it. SO at the interview they told me they didn't like my (literal) beard and that I would have to shave it off. Also through out the whole thing they talked down to me like I was 14 and have never been inside a bar before. I had felt good about the whole thing going into it, but this just made me feel like shit. It piled on the shrinking bank account and random pains of loneliness and made the day start to feel long and shitty. So what did I do?
I got a job at Pepper's.
Yup, I'm back slanging margaritas and hopefully corndogs for the man. I'm not excited, but my wallet and bank account are, and that will make my belly happy when I fill it with Old Style and tater tots. (Apparently tater tots are a hot bar food out here, I haven't partaken yet, but I'm excited to.) The up side to the whole thing is I don't have to learn anything new, I'll start bartending instead of having to work my way up at another restaurant. And it is a franchise, and Whit used to fascinate me with tales weaved of a glorious Pepper's in the northwest that was a franchise and pretty much kicked ass. So hopefully that's how it is here. I didn't hate the Pepper's in Sacramento, so I could like this one.
Then the day got better.
I hung out at a dance club with a guy who was a rep for BUSHMILLS, so I drank a bunch of it for free then I ate the largest slice of pizza ever. IT WAS HUGE!
And on the train ride home, my car was the happiest place on earth. There was a girl getting escorted most of the way home by a date/stranger. As soon as he got up another guy sat next to her and tried to pick her up. Two sisters sat next to each other and tried to crush the other one and laughed loud and hard. 4 guys argued about sports and tried to get a sing along started. A girl with afropuffs and he super tall company smiled and talked something very interesting I only caught glimpses of. And I sat there, drunk, being embraced by my new home. A nice hug it was.
Saturday, January 05, 2008
a shitty day gets better
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Even my husband, who pretends not to listen to you people, started shaking his head and looking very doubtful when I read out the bit about the gay bar. They build 'em big there in Chicago, boy!
I think you did good. Having more time for Chicago while already knowing about work will be good.
P.S. The desire to button up your winter pyjamas is almost overwhelming, now.
Working in a gay bar would have been cool. You could get laid every single night.
I went to a gay sports bar when I lived in Seattle. You've never seen figure skating until you've seen it on the big screen.
Bushmills and pizza sounds bloody good to me.
Bobb just informed me that our neighborhood in the early 1900's was referred to as Chicago and not Quartz Hill until after the school was built. Weeeeird!
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