YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

So, not to steal your thunder, mother of my future children, BUT…..

I have a new job!!!

Not of the office variety, unfortunately… still thinking on that one. But I’m finally going to free of the corporate hell that is my night job.

No more horrific clientele. No more menus of 25 foo-foo drinks to learn. No more “pour tests” every time I walk in the door, even if we’re SLAMMED with happy hour and people are yelling for a beer.

No more getting “written up” if I’m 5 minutes late because I literally sprint from one job to the next and am on the Metro for most of that precious half an hour, and the trains were delayed.

No more “Let me get a…” while your back is half turned to me and you’re on your cell phone. No more “I don’t like this. Can I have something else”, after I make you a perfect $10 mojito with fresh lime juice, and you don’t like it because you’re used to the sugary vomitousness that is Rose’s.

No more corporate managers breathing down my neck, berating me every time I get a shift covered to get a break from my usual 60-hour work week.

Within a few weeks, I will be working in one of the most beautiful bars I’ve ever seen. Working for an owner that, after meeting him for just an hour, I admire and trust. Working with bartenders who’ve been at their respective jobs for YEARS prior to this, and know their way around a well-crafted martini. Working in a charming and up-and-coming neighborhood, where our clientele is guaranteed to be local and, eventually, familiar.

The bar is 30-feet of breath-taking mahogany, and there isn’t much else in the joint. Besides the 6 enormous, framed, flat screen tvs lining the wall behind the bar, that is.

AND I’m taking 2 weeks “vacation” in between, so I’ll have a couple of normal 40-hour work weeks! (Unheard of in my world.) I’m going to cook dinner, have the energy to exercise, give my man a back rub for once, instead of the other way around.

Teh awesome.