Both were slow. Boo slow work = no tips! That's ok because I've been thinking... Thinking about making a job change. Not immediately though. For once I'm not going to move heaven and earth because of an impulse.
But being behind the bar has begun to lose its fun. I'm not really digging being at the whim of finicky customers. People staring at me/expecting me to entertain them as I work is also getting old. I learned how to bullshit the hell out of people through bartending but nowadays I don't want to talk unless it's at least somewhat genuine. I'm bothered when I hear myself mindlessly going along with drunken or otherwise unimaginative and boring rants of customers.
For example, had a lawyer tonight being particularly obnoxious. Different from dive bar obnoxious. In a dive bar I could just tell someone to eff off. In this 'fancy' restaurant, I can't be as plain speaking as I'd like to be. So I got creative with it... He ended up giving me a $20 bill for 'being an asshole.' I said I'd try to be nicer next time and got a laugh out of his friends.
I was so happy when work was over. My existential experience I've been having lately was heightened/triggered by working behind the bar. Once it was over, the anxiety subsided and I felt like normal Sam again.
As I write this now I am relaxing nicely. Feet in front of space heater, Colbert Report on TV, belly full... Another month or two of this job, and then something different perhaps.
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