[ic] //private entry
I feel my interview went quite successfully, so despite having to wait to know if I was indeed gainfully employed, I was not surprised to hear I had gotten the job I wanted, in every sense of the way. I am head bartender. I might not have experience working in a dive or a pub, but I surmise to say that if I can handle delicate business negotiations that could lose one millions of dollars on a day to day basis, overseeing a bar shall be simple.
And would it not be fitting to expect the same level of work and dedication from the bartenders that will be under my watch that I expect of myself? Oh no, perfection does not exist, but it's interesting to see how far you can get to it.
I can see it now. The other employees will positively detest me! I feel a strange twinge of glee at the prospect of this. It must be the sadist in me.
Every label shall be facing forward, every glass polished 'til I can see my reflection mirrored back, my signature cocktails I have created for opening night must be mastered by every bartender; I do not care if I have to bring them all in two hours early before the festivities and force them to make the drinks over and over until they are flawless...
I will run a tight ship in each and every bar and make my Dad Uncle proud of me.
Ah, it's about noontime in Paris. I think I shall call my Mommy and tell her about my new blue-collar job.
And would it not be fitting to expect the same level of work and dedication from the bartenders that will be under my watch that I expect of myself? Oh no, perfection does not exist, but it's interesting to see how far you can get to it.
I can see it now. The other employees will positively detest me! I feel a strange twinge of glee at the prospect of this. It must be the sadist in me.
Every label shall be facing forward, every glass polished 'til I can see my reflection mirrored back, my signature cocktails I have created for opening night must be mastered by every bartender; I do not care if I have to bring them all in two hours early before the festivities and force them to make the drinks over and over until they are flawless...
I will run a tight ship in each and every bar and make my Dad Uncle proud of me.
Ah, it's about noontime in Paris. I think I shall call my Mommy and tell her about my new blue-collar job.