justanotherjames

So my job consists of slinging drinks to BBQ lovers in the metro east. This is my cross to bear, the bachelor's collecting dust at my parents' place isn't really helping with that, but that's neither here nor there. Anyhoo, since maybe late April or early May of 2009 we've had karaoke on most Wednesday nights, initially this was my shift alone, but seemingly the wear and tear of being subjected to the same 5-6 people singing the same 6-10 songs every week began to show despite my brave facade. So they brought an older, more amicable bartender on to relieve me shortly after the weekly debacle began, generally the business didn't necessitate two bartenders so I'd head on home, well now they've cancel karaoke company wide, so I offered my services as de facto DJ, which was readily accepted much to my surprise. So now I turn in my money at 9:00 or so on Wednesdays and then head to the media center and hook up my computer (iPod tonight, as I wasn't expecting to take action immediately) I still get paid, seemingly it's okay for me to have a few drinks and I just play music, some that I think will amuse or please the crowd and of course some just for old Jamesy. It was the most relaxed and enjoyable time I can recall spending at a job, perhaps ever, subjecting others, some of them stranger to my musical whims is a beautiful thing. Anything this interesting and fun and new seems inevitably doomed, but perhaps the times they are a changing, perhaps sunny days are feasible, well it's a nice thought regardless, but I still need a grown up job or maybe a sugar mama.