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i've been giving a lot of advice and assisting in the introspection of friends and associates into situations that arise of late, all the while diverting or defeating anyone's observations about me. time for some me time, and where to turn but livejournal?
heh. talk about a tool properly used, if i do say so myself.
so.
since i've been in old town bartending, i have transitioned from one establishment to another in employment seven times. dukes bar and grill in embassy suites alexandria muddles that number slightly, makes it more difficult to define, as it was concurrent employment in some instances, and solo employment in others, but seven is the number i stand by as least imperfect. seven transitions of employment.
of those seven transitions, i have worked at 5 different places.
of those 5 places, i have been fired from 2, one of which i had previously quit and after a significant amount of time been rehired.
the only sense of consistancy i have in my career as a bartender is old town. the stretch of land from the water to the king street metro. i've worked both ends and i've worked smack dab in the middle. i've made absurd ammounts of money and i've made pennies. i've seen things that will cripple a caring person's soul and i've seen things that could melt the coldest intellect, defeat the most precisely constructed crystaline cynacism.
i've heard people tell others that they are wasting their lives as bartenders. i agree that they were.
say it about me if you like, but you will be wrong. you want to make a lasting contribution to the people in the world around you?
fairfax county natives are amongst the wealthiest people in the world per capita. old town is their strip. my job is to make their evening better. think about that. some people see a bunch of sixty year old men at my bar obcessing over who knows more about professional sports, i see a bunch of alienated human beings with a gun they could carelessly point at the american economy.
think about that when you question my diligence to making your martini as fine as i can, or making sure your burger is cooked right.
delusions of grandure? perhaps. do YOU know any bartender without them?
;)
heh. talk about a tool properly used, if i do say so myself.
so.
since i've been in old town bartending, i have transitioned from one establishment to another in employment seven times. dukes bar and grill in embassy suites alexandria muddles that number slightly, makes it more difficult to define, as it was concurrent employment in some instances, and solo employment in others, but seven is the number i stand by as least imperfect. seven transitions of employment.
of those seven transitions, i have worked at 5 different places.
of those 5 places, i have been fired from 2, one of which i had previously quit and after a significant amount of time been rehired.
the only sense of consistancy i have in my career as a bartender is old town. the stretch of land from the water to the king street metro. i've worked both ends and i've worked smack dab in the middle. i've made absurd ammounts of money and i've made pennies. i've seen things that will cripple a caring person's soul and i've seen things that could melt the coldest intellect, defeat the most precisely constructed crystaline cynacism.
i've heard people tell others that they are wasting their lives as bartenders. i agree that they were.
say it about me if you like, but you will be wrong. you want to make a lasting contribution to the people in the world around you?
fairfax county natives are amongst the wealthiest people in the world per capita. old town is their strip. my job is to make their evening better. think about that. some people see a bunch of sixty year old men at my bar obcessing over who knows more about professional sports, i see a bunch of alienated human beings with a gun they could carelessly point at the american economy.
think about that when you question my diligence to making your martini as fine as i can, or making sure your burger is cooked right.
delusions of grandure? perhaps. do YOU know any bartender without them?
;)