Damn the torpedos
The past few weeks have found me in a complete funk. I've had no desire to do anything other than lounge and watch television. My birthday, adding much to the feeling, came and went. This of course hit me particularly hard. I know I'm certainly not old by any means, but looking at it in terms of what I have(n't) accomplished, made me feel just plain...shitty.
Have begun the search for a new job. This one has lost its novelty. Not to mention that our best bartender was just fired for giving away - get this - a soda(!). It's got the rest of us walking on eggshells, afraid to make even a sudden movement for fear of getting canned. We're having to account for every little thing. There is a lot of mistrust going on around there. So much for the bartenders being the elite of the restaurant.