Last Sunday I was let go from my job. I knew I had a reason to be worried with how much information I was asked to cram in such short notice. With only around 2 months of serving experience in a small family Italian restaurant, I was not fit for the position. That's okay. Those mornings sucked anyways. The commute was awful. With the amount of stress put on me the money was not worth it. I was also out applying elsewhere. At the end of the day it shows what a great salesman I am to walk in there not knowing a damn thing, and selling myself for hire.

My next goal is to slip myself into bartending. I like to screw off too much anyways. I prefer to show the customer a good time rather than give excellent service. It's all about the experience right? My favorite bartender from the restaurant had quit and went elsewhere. He told me to come in and apply once he gets settled understanding what I was going through. Last Tuesday I dropped him a line and went in. After what felt like 30 seconds I was pretty much hired as a barback. So next week I will hear back with details and hopefully get started. It wont be many days a week, but it's a start. The restaurant is filled with red as if it were valentines day year round. And once again I believe the manager was gay which usually means he's gonna hire me anyways. I prefer not to use business or restaurant names in my writing for obvious reasons. Just like I don't add employees on Facebook.

Also I have put in a resume and cover letter with a large company (WSJ) for the new Ipad only newspaper. Thanks to my Journalism professor from last semester, he recommended I go and drop in to see if they have any work for me. I am still waiting to hear back, but don't expect to. Fingers crossed I somehow get in with this company and move forward from there.

So I have been spending quite some time with a certain girl lately. Her name is Sally Ann. She works in the kitchen with room service of the same hotel that I just came from. After talking with her about the best hot toddies in Brooklyn that I got with my sister while she was visiting I decided to invite her to show her that I know what I am talking about. I made friends with the dishwasher and felt he was the safest means as to keeping everything quiet (dating within the company). I wrote my number down, handed it off to him, and asked him to hand it to her with a vocal message "You know who this is from. Hot toddies later." It was about 10 minutes later I received a text from a new number that read "very smooth." I prefer that employees stay out of my personal life. So later that night we met up at that very bar and hit it off pretty instantly. Sally Ann is from Alaska but spent a lot of time in Idaho. She has a bright personality and a lot to say. She always keeps me entertained with her dance moves on impulse, or witty remarks. Nothing is boring with Sally Ann.

Fast forward to this week. So about 4 days ago we had a long trip back from her place to mine. Late night train hours are very tedious. With about 30 minutes in between trains we knew we'd be bored. So we grabbed some beers from the closest bodega and headed back to my apartment. What an adventure. Starting off on the G train we figured out that that line only goes half way before you have to get off and catch another G line the rest of the way, after we started going back towards where we started. Add another 30 minutes home. So we get off and realized were being followed by a crazy polish lady yelling "Sker-mer-horn" at us which happens to be the stop we are transferring at. We're trying to ignore her and are laughing at the situation before realizing she's lost and needs help. So of course she sits down next to us and will not stop talking. Not understanding a word she's saying we just nod and say yes, and continue to sip on our beers. Finally the G comes. We get off and go back 1 stop to where we transfer. Add another 30 minutes home. 2nd G comes and we are still bothered by this woman we just so happen to be babysitting. Finally make it to "Sker-mer-horn" so we hop off for our transfer. Sally Ann has to find a bathroom. After waiting 20 minutes we run up the stairs and find a "bathroom" for her. We run back downstairs and realize everyones gone. Of course we missed our train. Add another 30 minutes home. So we grab a seat on the staircase and start chatting. Being completely oblivious to our surroundings a cop walks by us and posts up against the pillar about 20 feet from us. I whisper in her ear "hide your beer there's a cop." We hide them thinking we are safe until he decides to bust us. Add another 30 minutes home. We each received a 25 dollar ticket for open container, which was concealed. I ended up laughing in front of the police for the situation and tell him "this is so stupid" while chuckling. Looking at Sally Ann I mention taking a cab the rest of the way. I tell her hopefully the cabby hadn't been drinking, and hopefully there's no drunk drivers out on the road. Basically being a smart ass implying we weren't drunk, or obnoxious but pointing out where the real dangers are. What a joke. We finally ended up at home around 5 in the morning. What a night.

Tonight I am seeing Doomriders; which is a death metal band that I have been listening to for around 4 years now. It will be my first time catching these guys. I'm hoping the show isn't sold out but the word is there are plenty of tickets at the door. They're playing at Union Pool (the bar with the taco truck and fire pit out back) so it should be fun. After that, my friend Dallas is in town visiting his girlfriend Arielle who just moved up here recently. I have known them both for a long time now -- Dallas longer.

I try to stay up to date on writing, but It's hard when you have your father pushing you to write more so he has something to be entertained with. After a few emails pressuring me to do my "homework" I finally decided to update. I am not in the mood, nor do I feel like I should be credited for todays blog. This is more for him rather than myself to make him "happy." Expect comments below about that. Or maybe I'll just expect more emails.

Starting all over again

So maybe this job isn't working out for me the way I thought it would. My days are being cut in half. Sleep four hours, work nine, take a four hour nap, wait til' midnight, repeat. I have a serving position in mid-town Manhattan with a highly respected company, but that does not mean I am being treated fairly. I meet with my other server for the day in the mornings at 6:15 a.m. where they are either drunk, or crying like little babies about how early it is for them. Give me a break. It has been one month and I am tired of being treated like the "new guy." If you are looking for work, head over and take my position. The requirement is New York experience, and amateur at life. Because sub-sequently I do not meet their needs after all. So what have I done to change it? I went out today and handed my resume over at the Brooklyn Bowl. Turns out they are ALWAYS hiring. Hurray! Not to mention the hours are the typical hours any 25 year old would love to work. 5-2 a.m. and just in time for a few drinks afterwards. The gig seems more fit for my personality. Bowling, drinking, dancing, concerts, food, pretty girls, etc. Who knows. It's just another job just to get by. Just so I can be walked on more, talked down to by managers, and not commemorated for my hard work. Life is exciting.

The winter is getting colder. February is the worst month to get through. We're expecting another blizzard sometime tomorrow or Thursday morning so I was told. Also this blizzard should be worse than the first one we had right after Christmas, which made one of the top 5 worst snow storms in New York City. But the message that was relayed to me was from a friend who likes to over-exaggerate at any given moment. We'll see if we get some flurries. With the weather the city is slow. Not much is happening around New York this time of year. Unless you have some money to spend you're basically stuck in your home blogging in the middle of the night. There's your entertainment for the day. I really need some new excitement in my life.

School has been taking up a decent portion of my time. Statistics is pretty basic stuff so far. If you have good common sense then you should be able to handle this math. I can pick up the calculations pretty quick, but it's the online program that annoys me. If you miss one problem then you have to get through the rest of it just to start over and get full credit. My last math class. Just 3 more months. There are worse things.

Each day I continue to search for an opening into some sort of career for myself. My eyes are always open, and I talk to everyone I come into contact with. I'm tired of feeling lost. All my friends around me have some sort of position with a fancy title. I want to do something with myself that requires deep thought, time, and strategy. Enough with this filling up water glasses, clearing and setting down plates, yes and no sir's, and wiping asses. This is a joke to my life and my dignity. I was bitched out last weekend for not giving some asshole his pastry basket with his breakfast. That's because when you order toast, you don't get a pastry basket, fucker. Read the menu. I feel embarrassed.

One more day off tomorrow before another 5 days of wanting to kill myself. Plans - Walk around Prospect Park with a large cup of coffee and enjoy the minimal daylight we have here. Hit the gym while I can. Do some more homework. And then hang out with a cute girl who thinks I am too hard on myself. She's sweet.

I want to add that I am not depressed. I am really happy to be here and still figuring things out for myself. I am just not happy with my job nor the lack of money for what I put up with. Sure I was excited when I picked up the job because that was my first goal once I set foot in New York. Once you see it for what it is then you take what you learn and move forward. Find something better. One-up yourself. Maybe I'll take my friends advice and apply at the gay strip club.