I decided a few months ago I wanted to go back to college and get myself out of the bartending world. Unfortunately I missed the deadline for the course I am interested in, and will now have to wait until September 2010 before I can go back.
I thought to myself "Ah well, no biggie. I can do another year easy!"
I now seriously believe I will have walked from the job in a matter of weeks.
Of course I would never just stop showing up. I would like a reference But it has now reached a point where I dread going into work. And when I say dread, I mean I feel sick to my stomach.
I used to love barwork, but as I moved higher up, the shit got worse and worse. Things were so much easier when I was just a lowly bartender making drinks! Being in charge of a bar is one of the most draining experiences I have ever encountered.
Mornings are the worst. All you get is scum. Alcoholics with very little teeth, who smell and spend all their time glaring at you and complaining. The pub hadn't been open five minutes, and I had a line of a dozen alcoholics at the bar, grunting impatiently at me. That sight alone made me feel depressed.
I love my co-workers, in the short time I have been there, I have made some very close friends. Two have already said that if I leave, they're coming with me.
I thought to myself "Ah well, no biggie. I can do another year easy!"
I now seriously believe I will have walked from the job in a matter of weeks.
Of course I would never just stop showing up. I would like a reference But it has now reached a point where I dread going into work. And when I say dread, I mean I feel sick to my stomach.
I used to love barwork, but as I moved higher up, the shit got worse and worse. Things were so much easier when I was just a lowly bartender making drinks! Being in charge of a bar is one of the most draining experiences I have ever encountered.
Mornings are the worst. All you get is scum. Alcoholics with very little teeth, who smell and spend all their time glaring at you and complaining. The pub hadn't been open five minutes, and I had a line of a dozen alcoholics at the bar, grunting impatiently at me. That sight alone made me feel depressed.
I love my co-workers, in the short time I have been there, I have made some very close friends. Two have already said that if I leave, they're coming with me.
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