Stumble it!Had I written the post yesterday instead of this morning, there would have been much less enthusiasm in that title. But as today is a new day, and the sun is shining, and I’m trying to enjoy my life much more fully than I normally do, I threw in some exclamation points.
I went to this neighborhood bar and grill about three miles down the road from where I live a little over two weeks ago. Sadly, the manager wasn’t there, but the dude working gave me his name and phone number and told me to call any day after 6 pm.
Fully exercising my skills as a master procrastinator, I didn’t call him back until Monday this week (exactly two weeks later). He told me to come in for an interview on Wednesday (yesterday), and as this was the first one-on-one interview I’d yet to be invited to, I was pretty ecstatic. So I hopped on the bus, which took about fifteen minutes (and after one and a half hour long trips on buses/trains, fifteen minutes was a gift), walked into the bar and immediately loved it. It had a nice smooth mix of blues and r&B playing, the crowd was super friendly, and as described by a review I read on line, it was basically like “the black version of Cheers.” I had been nervous, due to the area I live in, that it would be a bunch of hoodlums who might shoot me if I give them the wrong look. Turns out, that wasn’t the case. I was early so I sat at the bar and chatted with this old man named Jerome who was convinced that I should do toothpaste commercials with my smile.
The interview itself was INFINITELY more comfortable than the one I went to on Saturday, where I pretty much was so retardedly nervous and painfully desperate that the woman interviewing me probably thought I was on drugs. But this was really laid back and I really felt in my element. However, after a nice interview, the manager (K), informed me that he had JUST hired three new bartenders two weeks ago.
Lesson: PROCRASTINATION KILLS OPPORTUNITIES!
So I road the brief ride home feeling quite dejected, and kicking myself, repeatedly, for not calling sooner. Two glasses of wine later, K calls me and offers me a job as a server! Alright, so server is not NEARLY as good as bartender, BUT it’s only one step below right? I’m not sure if he has any intention on really moving me up to bartender, though I made it clear that’s what I was looking for, and yesterday I was in a really pissy mood about it. Especially due to the fact that we haven’t discussed pay. But after I had a nice long rest I got up this morning I realized - I have a job. I have two jobs. Even if I’m not making a bartender’s salary I should be able to make enough to pay my rent and still eat. There are those who are very close to me for whom I definitely cannot say the same. Not to mention I liked the place a lot and the people are chill. So I feel good about it, and hopefully when I go in on Saturday to fill out the paperwork and whatnot, I’ll still feel the same.
With Alotta Love,
zee zee cakes
Tags: employment, new job, positive thinking
