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Special Skills

Bartending


10,000 hours

It didn't start out so great.

My first gig in the "Industry" -

Station Square Wichita, Kansas.

Kathy got me the job.

Nick my manager.

He was missing a tooth.

He hated me,

Loved me,

Hated me.

Tried to give me 100$ cash

To buy new jeans,

Annoyed by my ripped relaxed wear.

Wanted me to be fancy.

I did shots of Tuaca with Ronnie,

An oversized biker belly.

Incubus played,

Without a stage,

Where dining tables pushed,

Aside

In the corner of cobble stone bricks,

Naked Aussie Rugby players,

Slid on the back patio,

Knocking stacked plastic chairs bowling.

Not sure who was winning

I was young,

Making cash,

Living with my parents,

And had the energy to care,

About not having a care,

In the World.


Transfered


Amherst Brewing Company. Amherst MA

At my interview I was asked what my favorite beer was...

"Bud Light"

I replied,

Too young to know any different.

Everybody hated me,

Not who I was,

But how I started...

I never said 'behind',

Or 'corner',

Got caught giving my boyfriend

The employee meal salad,

Busted,

Stealing.

Eventually I learned the jargon...

By the time I left,

My manager prepped my 'Last Supper'

Surf & Turf

Delicious-

Reds & Browns now,

My go to Beer...


Many years later,

In the not so distant past-

Across the Country

And far away,

I forgot how I got here,

What I was doing,

Why it mattered.

And I was good at it.

Wanting to duck

The minute the door opened,

Hiding from patrons,

Who told me to smile.

Laughing happy

Counting my hundreds

After it's done

At the end of the bar.

Clocking out,

Leaving,

No energy for anything else.

I was miserable.

Paying my bills,

With funds to do what I want,

Shop without looking...

Miserable-

Why was i there?


Good at something I hated.


Crying on the way,

Canceling plans,

Sleeping in-

Pretending.


And I loved the money.


Now-

With the Freedom,

Forced as it may be,

To find what I love.

Within the confines,

Of this here home.


I go about,

As to what I'm doing,

With energy simply setting the course-

How long will it last?

Fearful,

Pacing-

Finding

Day by day,

I follow the map,

Of intuition

Set inside me

The only clock,

I've ever known.


 

"We're all gonna get what we want..."


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