Ugh! Sick Again!
It seems that I have the immune system of an AIDS patient. If I just even see someone with a cold I'll catch it from them. Thank God for Tylenol with codeine, otherwise I would never sleep.
I'm exhausted. Aside from working (still) at the gourmet shop (how I've held this job for two years is beyond me!) I'm now deep into my fourth month working as a bartender/waiter/busser for my friend Dan at his new restaurant. It's funny because I've never held a bar/restaurant job in my life and now I'm the only one on the floor. It's a blessing that the pizza is so good because the service is lacklustre at best.........at least I smile a lot.
I've decided to stop going out for the next few weeks. This past Saturday I went out to among other things an "art party" at the studio that I was kicked out of two years ago. I went out to my usual bar (Fat Bob's) afterward. After a while I realized that I just wasn't happy doing what I was doing. Thinking back even further I discovered that I'm rarely happy when I go out. I'm entertaining, sure, but not happy. So I've decided to not only stop going out but also not contact any of my friends that I know solely through my extensive bar travels.
I'm curious to see what happens.
I'm exhausted. Aside from working (still) at the gourmet shop (how I've held this job for two years is beyond me!) I'm now deep into my fourth month working as a bartender/waiter/busser for my friend Dan at his new restaurant. It's funny because I've never held a bar/restaurant job in my life and now I'm the only one on the floor. It's a blessing that the pizza is so good because the service is lacklustre at best.........at least I smile a lot.
I've decided to stop going out for the next few weeks. This past Saturday I went out to among other things an "art party" at the studio that I was kicked out of two years ago. I went out to my usual bar (Fat Bob's) afterward. After a while I realized that I just wasn't happy doing what I was doing. Thinking back even further I discovered that I'm rarely happy when I go out. I'm entertaining, sure, but not happy. So I've decided to not only stop going out but also not contact any of my friends that I know solely through my extensive bar travels.
I'm curious to see what happens.
2 Comments:
I am convinced "spirits" aka, boose, hooch, libation, steals a bit of your soul with every sip. It also makes you like people you normally wouldn't like as humans beings.
Rock on brother.
what is this a picture of?
i cant put my finger on it.
and good call - tho belated.
just wondering how this plan ended up working out for you please update...
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