This isn't all from the last two days. It's just one page. Hooray! I've been bustin' my hump for the last 3 years trying to get exactly where I am, and finally, after alot of hard work, it's paying off. I'm really proud of myself.
Stopped by Omoi to see Liz and see if I needed to restock. I've been so stinkin' busy all summer that I haven't been by there since May! Apparently the only thing left is a change purse. Yikes! I've got some really cool new stuff to drop off for her this week. Some of it *may* make an appearance in my etsy shop in 2 weeks. We'll see. Perhaps tomorrow I'll post a sneak peek.
I've said this before, probably a million times, but I'm getting to the point where I just don't want to stand behind a bar much longer. It's not that I dislike my job, it's just that after 12 years, I'm ready for a change. Not to mention, this is a game for young[er] folks. I did my time, now I just want to be old-ish, and content to sit on the other side.
Picked up an extra shift tonight; super short, not entirely horrible for a Monday night. Got to work with my girl, figure out what I should do for the Craft ad.
But. Still find things frustrating, ironic, more frustrating. Think how a year and a half ago, NONE of this shit would have flyed. [Or is that flew?] Once again, shake my fist over all of it. Think about alot of things - here's the magic list, here's things to make it better, albeit different, bad decisions, et al.
I'm not going to get all maudlin here, or explain myself further. If you actually know me in RL, then you know what I mean.
So, with this, I wind down. I need another drink, as I've closed the bar, waited on a cab, dropped her off, chatted with regular driver out front of the house, chatted with hubbs, typed this, fussed over the cat, and the bar hasn't even been closed for 90 minutes. Dang, it's only been an hour - including closing, cleaning, counting and doing all the other myriad things my oh-so-glamourous job entails.
Now, most importantly, where is my cocktail?!?
