Today's Drew's first day working his new position as a Sous Chef for the new sports bar The Q kitchen. He and I have worked together for three years...most of which we've been dating. We live together, we work together, sometimes we even drive there together...now, not only is he going to be in a whole different area of the casino, but he'll be working day shift instead of swing.
This is huge to me! He doesn't think it's that big of a thing...that he'll be on swing shift soon enough...and my job will experience drastic changes as well, so him being gone won't seem so immense.
The bar I've worked in for four years is shutting down in less than a week for a month-long over haul and face-lift to be a pretty new dance club. For that month, I'll be working as a beverage server on the floor...which, honestly, is the biggest slap in the face to a hard working, dedicated, more than efficient server...I so damn awesome (excuse the toot of my horn but it's rather necessary, because this whole situation has made me question my excellence) and all my customers are in shock that I wasn't excepted into the expansion and The Q sports lounge to work until my bar finishes it's ass lift.
It's like that episode of Family Guy, when Peter creates his own town after a nuclear situation or the millieum downfall, and he has people draw jobs from a hat, so a doctor's expertise is overlooked because he drew the occupation of being the Village Idiot.
Now, I'm no fool, I know I'm no doctor...but I'm a very capable person, who's been a server for nearly nine years (ewe, that just made me sick)...I can multitask and time out my food and spin a tray on my finger all the while, (I should be more than some lousy server anyways!) and I'm standing here, offering up the goods I know the casino is looking for...and they pick the girls who've never had any serving experience before, who are considered to be easily trainable...and I'm put out to 'pasture' (yup, that terms actually be thrown around) for a month (hopefully only a month, but word is we might have to re-interview just to get back into the dance club, and as I'm sure you can tell by the tone of this, my first interview to work in the expansion didn't go so hot)...to serve a soda...soda...would you like a soda? It's like I'm an airline attendant, without the glamor of traveling from one exotic local to another...I'll just hop on a plane, serve drinks for eight hours, then hop off the plane right where I got on.
WOW...this wasn't my intention, oops. I meant to be going off about Drew working away from me...and me being a tiny bit nerves about that...that maybe we'll grow apart and unfamiliar with each other...and that no matter my insecurities, I'm not going to tell him so, because he's so thrilled to be given this opportunity that he so rightfully deserves, he's earned this ten-fold...and who the hell am I to rain on that with my ever-constant worry.
Sorry, this was all wrong!
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