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I figured out why I'm so extremely bummed out about leaving the Blind Tiger. I mean, yeah, it's an ok job that I like, but the place, honestly, is a pile of shit. It's a mom and pop business and you can tell. The improvements and Matt being the GM will help a lot, but it's just a job, right? Except that it's not really. I didn't have a normal college career. My freshman and sophomore years when I actually lived in the town that I went to university at I was busy every weekend going to Topeka so I could get debate stuff taken care of in the morning. And during the week I was poor and paranoid so I never got a fake. I didn't join any clubs or anything, I was just there, going to class, hanging out occasionally, but not being "typically college-y". (Although I did LOVE Thursday nights with Brie!)
Then I moved back to Topeka, and started my shit SOE classes, and then I went to England, and then I came home again, and the whole time I've never really gotten into College. I didn't hang out with people in my classes because I didn't live in town, and England was cool, but was basically just a semester drain on my academic goals.
But I did work at the Blind Tiger, and that's where I did what most people do during their collegiate days. I made a bunch of friends, we hang out all the time, we party (and there has never, to this date, been a shitty BT party), we do everything. I feel about them like other people feel about their Greek friends or the people they go through a program with, except instead of having academics in common, we have work. It's great.
So what I've basically done is put myself in a situation where I'm going through graduation holy-shit-I'm-a-grown-up stress and decisively closing a chapter of your life stress in four days, and my head is about to pop. My solution is going to be get some lunch and watch TV.
[I don't think you realize how much I'll miss BT. I had my last shift last night, and I cried while I bisseled by the bathroom. Big fat crocodile tears. I love the BT crew.]
Then I moved back to Topeka, and started my shit SOE classes, and then I went to England, and then I came home again, and the whole time I've never really gotten into College. I didn't hang out with people in my classes because I didn't live in town, and England was cool, but was basically just a semester drain on my academic goals.
But I did work at the Blind Tiger, and that's where I did what most people do during their collegiate days. I made a bunch of friends, we hang out all the time, we party (and there has never, to this date, been a shitty BT party), we do everything. I feel about them like other people feel about their Greek friends or the people they go through a program with, except instead of having academics in common, we have work. It's great.
So what I've basically done is put myself in a situation where I'm going through graduation holy-shit-I'm-a-grown-up stress and decisively closing a chapter of your life stress in four days, and my head is about to pop. My solution is going to be get some lunch and watch TV.
[I don't think you realize how much I'll miss BT. I had my last shift last night, and I cried while I bisseled by the bathroom. Big fat crocodile tears. I love the BT crew.]