Barmaid, take 2.
I could possibly be jinxing myself by writing this, but I had another bartending interview that went pretty well yesterday. (Apparently I'm not an expert on what constitutes a good interview, though, because the guy from Impala never called. I KNEW they were looking for a petite blonde!)
Anyway, I passed the first interview. They called the second interview "the audition". I was fucking nervous. Must have been out of desperation, because I never get jitters before I go on a lousy bartending interview.
"Make me a cosmo, a Manhattan, and your specialty drink." Thank god I have a creative mind. I made her a "cherry cheesecake"---a vanilla stoli/cranberry/grenadine concoction I thought of only moments before I stepped behind the bar to perform. She loved it. "Oh yeah, that's good." I made the other drinks to her satisfaction, as well. I felt confident about my attractive, cheery appearance, and my solid bartending skills.
But there were close to 30 other applicants! How can you even expect to be remembered in a sea of countless charismatic mixologists?
I just wanna be a housewife. Somebody come over for drinks and make me feel validated.
Anyway, I passed the first interview. They called the second interview "the audition". I was fucking nervous. Must have been out of desperation, because I never get jitters before I go on a lousy bartending interview.
"Make me a cosmo, a Manhattan, and your specialty drink." Thank god I have a creative mind. I made her a "cherry cheesecake"---a vanilla stoli/cranberry/grenadine concoction I thought of only moments before I stepped behind the bar to perform. She loved it. "Oh yeah, that's good." I made the other drinks to her satisfaction, as well. I felt confident about my attractive, cheery appearance, and my solid bartending skills.
But there were close to 30 other applicants! How can you even expect to be remembered in a sea of countless charismatic mixologists?
I just wanna be a housewife. Somebody come over for drinks and make me feel validated.