June 26th, 2006

Horse

L.J. drama and "schadenfreude"

Wow ... I must be way too self-reflective ... but, man, it bugs me when I get full-on into schadenfreude ... I keep telling myself that "I'm better than that!" ... but sometimes "L.J. drama" plays out with just the right people, and I find it very hard to not feel some dirty little glee over something happening "out there" (which doesn't involve me at all).

Still, I feel like I need to wash my brain out with soap or something ...


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Loon

arrgh ...

My, y'all were busy posting to L.J. this weekend, weren't you? I just got caught up with the posts through yesterday morning, and now have a few more screens to look at! Sure ... post like hell when I'm busy, but on the weekends when I'm bored it's just a dribble. Good thing I didn't have anything scheduled for this morning.


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Loon

by the way ... the weekend

Oh, since I have the Semagic window open, I guess I'll update y'all on stuff. As previously noted, I (and to a certain unenthusiastic degree, The Girls) spent pretty much all of last week Cleaning The House as a birthday gift to The Wife. This was no mean feat, either ... I'm guessing it took a good 36 hours all told over five and a half days. We got done with just enough time to spare for me to get cleaned up, into my tux, and out the door on Saturday afternoon.

I'd been scheduled for a bartending gig down at the Aquarium for a couple of weeks, only the time had changed and I now needed to be there by 2:30pm instead of 4:30pm ... which meant leaving The Girls home alone for a bit until The Wife got in from the airport. If everything had worked smoothly, The Wife and I would have been passing each other on the elevators ... her flight got in at 12:30 and I needed to be out the door by 1:30, but I guess the traffic from Midway was bad, so The Girls had to wait around for an hour or so. Of course, some of Daughter #1's friends are regularly walking themselves to school at this point, so we're probably being "over protective" on trying to not leave them to their own devices, but I still felt bad about having to cut out on them.

The bartending gig was odd ... I was switched around between four bars ... they started me outside on the patio with just a beer and wine set-up, but switched me out of there after about 45 minutes because a guy they had solo on an inside full bar wasn't cutting it there. I ran that bar through the reception period and "show", then moved the bar set-up upstairs and was the "service bar" for the waitstaff to get drinks for the guests. Once the main party was over and we'd broken down the service bar, they switched me downstairs to the last major bar open by the entrance, I basically baby-sat the bottles for another half hour or so, before we broke that down, went down and sorted out the beer, and they let me go. We had originally been scheduled to 1am, but I got out at 11:30pm, which was good because the last bus swings by there at right about 1:00, and it would have been a long, tired walk to try to get back to the El (or a long, frustrating wait for a cab). Unfortunately, it was another "no tip-jar" sort of event, so my take was minimal. I am able to work up a lot more enthusiasm for this bartending stuff when I'm making $20-24/hour than when I'm making $10-12/hour!

As it was, I got on the El a bit past midnight, and was able to pick up roses for The Wife at the grocery store at my stop. I still had some "prep" stuff to deal with for The Wife's birthday, and didn't get to bed until about 3am. Fortunately, The Girls slept in pretty much and I was able to get about 6 hours of sleep. We got up, opened up the various gifties we'd gotten for The Wife, and made plans for breakfast. The Wife suggested this funky (straight out of the 60's) diner place on LaSalle, so we grabbed a cab over there (it was raining), and had breakfast. We decided that we were going to go see Garfield 2 at the 1:10 show, so had some time to kill, so we wandered over to Pearl art supplies, found they didn't open until noon, so stopped in the Starbucks under the Chicago Brown Line stop, used the washroom, got a coffee, and eventually hit the art supply store. That was a good place to kill some time because we were able to go right out from there to get the #66 bus that took us from there right over to the movie theater. Garfield 2 was O.K., and Daughter #1 only had to nudge me awake once, I think.

As we'd not had time previously to get a birthday cake, we stopped over at the new Dominick's down there and did some shopping, and eventually grabbed a cab home, where we whipped up some post-movie popcorn and either read or napped for a couple of hours. We'd decided to go out to the little French bistro up the street, and had a very nice dinner (although more $$ than we'd expected ... they've bumped their prices up since the last time we ate there!), followed by birthday cake at home. The Wife was very happy with the clean apartment, and with her birthday in general ... so, I guess, "mission accomplished".

I was hoping to sleep in this morning, but Daughter #2 decided that I needed to be up while they were getting ready to head off to camp, so I got an early start on trying to catch up with L.J. ... which brings me up to now.


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Loon

bitch, bitch, bitch ...

Hey, any of y'all ever try to add a school that's not on L.J.'s schools list? My good buddy bartender has been having a hell of a time trying to get his profile to show that he's a proud grad of the Professional Bartending School, but it never shows up. Read his post about it here and let him know if you have any suggestions, OK? Thanks!


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Barcode

More job search crap ...

OK, so the placement office only had one real new lead for me ... which was supposedly a bartending gig at a big hotel here, taking applications from 3-5 today in their HR department. I even asked for them to check that this was indeed a bartending gig when I had them on the phone, and they said it was. So, I get my shit together, head down to the hotel, and find out ... that it's a barporter gig ... schlepping ice and beer, etc. up to the bars. I don't know how the placement folks get their leads, but way too often I show up and find that they're looking for a cocktail server (yeah, lemme work on my "Bunny dip"), or a barback.

Not that I had anything better to do with my afternoon, of course. The only other lead I have for this week is out at O'Hare ... they're looking for bartenders (interestingly, they have one centralized hiring group for all the restaurants and bars out there), but I don't know how I'd feel about having an hour commute each way (it's about an hour door-to-door from here to O'Hare on a combination of the Red Line and the Blue Line).

I wish I'd hear from that top-end restaurant that I had a very good pre-interview with a couple of weeks back. I'm nervous that the longer it goes with not hearing, the less likely I'll be hearing good news, which is getting me pretty damned depressed.


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