Found liberty in bartending.Lately, life has been rather monotonous for me. I've been sitting in front of my computer in my private cubicle, contemplating about when to quit, whether to quit. In all honesty, I hate my job. I know it's a law firm and I know I get to sit in an air-conditioned place all day long and I know that some people consider this a good part of life(like stupid little Lace). But as the hours crawl by, I find myself droning off to sleep in painful time day after day, five days a week. I can only wonder in desperate curiosity if studying Conrad and Fitzgerald is better than this job I have.
Basically my jobscope includes billing clients, booking up invoices, chatting via MSN, reading Tuckermax and playing internet games on Coffeebreakarcade.
It's easy, non-physical, and almost problem-free.
I hate it.
Over these two days that just flew past, I found opportunities to further my temporary desire to be a bartender. Tomorrow, I am going for an interview and whether I eventually will end up behind a bar spitting in your beverages is dependent on the working hours and salary. Either way, I'm still going to try out for it. I just hope that I'me good enough for The Arena. If I'm good enough for DXO, no reason why The Arena should be an asshole to me.
To me, I feel job satisfaction is essential. Especially in these circumstances where I am neither extremely hard up for cash nor going to attach myself permanently to the job. I figured why not do something I enjoy, why not do something different. I don't despise run-of-the-mill, ordinary, mediocre, and boring jobs like what I am doing now, but I just want to explore the possibilities.
I should have the liberty to.
I don't give a fuck what my folks will say about the the night shifts or the locations. It's my life, my choice.
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Last friday, a few of us close friends celebrated Vanessa's birthday in town. We had dinner at Breeks, played pool, then headed over to Harry's Bar to get the birthday girl high. I was looking forward to a delicious pint of Strongbow but it's a pity they didn't have it there. It's the Orchard Towers branch that serves my beloved Strongbow together with trannies on the side.
The day I tasted Strongbow was the day I fell in love again.
So six tequilas and one Long Island Tea later, Sup and I were still completely sober. While Vanessa was becoming beet-red, heating up, and swaying in her seat. And her usually meek demeanor evolved into loudspeaker overkill.
She was high.
Granted she warned us she couldn't drink, I was still taken aback as to how she could have easily gone from hero to zero after two minute tequila shots.
I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles. Happy birthday, silly girl.
