My upper lip tingles when I'm dehydrated. Just thought I'd share that.
Today was my first day of work at Pegleg's. It was surprisingly pleasant. I can't remember the last time I had a pleasant day at work. It's a nice change. The people who work there all seem pretty cool. All in all it seems to be a good scene. I'm looking forward to getting to know the people there and start tearing shit up.
A funny little exchange occurred in the server station. An older, say 40-ish, server asked a younger, say 21-sih, server if she ever listened to the Cure. She said no with a confused tone as if to say, "Why are you asking me that?" The dude just hmmphed and went about his business. I chimed in and said that they were awesome and that she should check them out. After the dude left the scene I informed the LYL (Lovely Young Lady, in case you forgot) that he asked her that because she was wearing black eyeliner. I got the feeling she doesn't like that guy.
Anyway, what struck me was the generation gap thing that jumped out. I think the single most distinguishing feature of the post Gen-X crowd is that they don't make the same connections between attire and behavior and beliefs and knowledge as us elder citizens. It made total sense to me when that guy asked the LYL about the Cure. She looked like someone who would listen to the Cure to me, too. I'm sure most of my contemporaries would agree. But to her it seemed like a random question at best, and a lame pick-up line by a geezer at worst. It cracked me up.
It's good to be back on the floor and out of the management gig. Fuck that shit. I hate feeling separated from the other employees. I hated when they'd halt a conversation because I appeared. It seriously upset me even though I understood it. I'd do the same thing. Eventually it just go to be too much. I felt like I had to decide between ambition and comraderie with my fellow humans. Once it appeared like that in my brain, the choice was already made.
I feel closer to my personal ideals now that I'm just serving. The act of serving itself is a good one. It's good to be humble...
...or at least be able to act humble for a little bit and then go back to my fucker self as soon as I'm out of earshot of the guests.
Peace,
msi.
Today was my first day of work at Pegleg's. It was surprisingly pleasant. I can't remember the last time I had a pleasant day at work. It's a nice change. The people who work there all seem pretty cool. All in all it seems to be a good scene. I'm looking forward to getting to know the people there and start tearing shit up.
A funny little exchange occurred in the server station. An older, say 40-ish, server asked a younger, say 21-sih, server if she ever listened to the Cure. She said no with a confused tone as if to say, "Why are you asking me that?" The dude just hmmphed and went about his business. I chimed in and said that they were awesome and that she should check them out. After the dude left the scene I informed the LYL (Lovely Young Lady, in case you forgot) that he asked her that because she was wearing black eyeliner. I got the feeling she doesn't like that guy.
Anyway, what struck me was the generation gap thing that jumped out. I think the single most distinguishing feature of the post Gen-X crowd is that they don't make the same connections between attire and behavior and beliefs and knowledge as us elder citizens. It made total sense to me when that guy asked the LYL about the Cure. She looked like someone who would listen to the Cure to me, too. I'm sure most of my contemporaries would agree. But to her it seemed like a random question at best, and a lame pick-up line by a geezer at worst. It cracked me up.
It's good to be back on the floor and out of the management gig. Fuck that shit. I hate feeling separated from the other employees. I hated when they'd halt a conversation because I appeared. It seriously upset me even though I understood it. I'd do the same thing. Eventually it just go to be too much. I felt like I had to decide between ambition and comraderie with my fellow humans. Once it appeared like that in my brain, the choice was already made.
I feel closer to my personal ideals now that I'm just serving. The act of serving itself is a good one. It's good to be humble...
...or at least be able to act humble for a little bit and then go back to my fucker self as soon as I'm out of earshot of the guests.
Peace,
msi.