Realms of Work.

I have, after about two/three weeks of looking, finally entered the working population! And I have to say, it is incredibly tiring.

Funny thing is, there was no challenge as such in regards to being offered the job. True, I went through a gruelling 18 hours of trials during the first two days, but at no point was there a suggestion of competition. In fact, of all the people they have hired, I am fairly sure I am the only male. With no-one remotely being trained in how to work behind the bar. Which is fine by me!

I work as a bartender/barista at a Turkish/Mediterranean restaurant-bar-bistro thing. Truth be told, I am absolutely loving it. But of course, starting a new job you have no experience in is always very stressful and full of panic.

I spent my first day in an utter state of panic as I tried to keep up with the orders being thrown at me. Luckily an experienced bartender arrived in the evening to help me out, so I followed his lead and tried to mirror what he did as much as possible.

My second day I once again had the experienced bartender there to help me. This time, though, he let me take charge a little more, which helped a lot, actually. Also managed to break my first glass… something that will just become a regularity the longer I work. Not looking forward to that.

The third day (I’m writing this post just before I venture off to work for my fourth day) I was behind the bar on my own, with the experienced bartender working on the floor (waiting tables, that such malarkey). I have to say, apart from a very panicky time where six cocktails were ordered at once, I managed quite well.

Going back to cocktails. This is a bartender’s worst nightmare. not only can they be complicated to make (we have a list of ten that customers can choose from. Some I have never even heard of!), but they are also very time consuming. They look pretty and taste nice, but once you have to make them, you learn to hate them. One day I won’t panic when making them… one day. Maybe in about a year?


Anyway, back to the actual post. This is the first time I’ve had a job where I’ve been intent on keeping it for a long duration. My part-time jobs whilst still at school were more of a way to fund trips with friends and so on, and I knew I wouldn’t keep them longer than I needed to. Working whilst travelling (on my Gap Yah, again) obviously would never work as a long-term investment. So, for once, I actually have to be reliable and calm every day.

Today (my fourth working day) I am being left completely alone behind the bar. This should be completely fine, as long as no one orders more than two cocktails at the same time… if that happens, then I am well and truly screwed. And I may just break down and cry.

I feel it is worth noting that, though I did say in one of my previous posts that I would try make my posts at least twice a week, it is looking less likely that it shall happen. I fear it shall be going back to irregular posts when I find the time between work (and sleep. Sleep is good.) to actually write anything.

Furthermore, my legs are slowly giving up. I generally stay on my feet for twelve hours if I’m working a full shift, and I can’t say my smart shoes are the comfiest ever. That’s something else I need to do on my next day-off: buy comfier smart shoes. Oh, and about five black shirts.

And to end this post? The song that has been going through my head since I’ve started working behind a bar:

Life Plans (the Good and the Bad… And the Ugly)

There comes a time in everyone’s life where you evaluate everything that has happened to you prior to your deep contemplation. This ultimately leads you to assess what you plan on doing with your life. This then leads to one of two things: you either realise that your life has no plans and you begin to spiral down into a deep and dark state of panic where you sit down in the corner, curl yourself up into a ball, and begin to rock back and forwards with your thumb in your mouth.

Of course, the other more cheery outcome is that you know precisely what you want to do with your life, and you carry on with whatever mundane task you were performing before you became enveloped by the thoughts your evil mind conjures up.

Unfortunately, I am the former of the two outcomes, though not quite so dramatic. I have no idea what I want my future to hold for me. So it is for this reason, I have come up with two life plans: one which could plausibly be realistic, and the other which is a wild fantasy that is unlikely to ever happen. So, let us begin.

The Wild Plan

I miraculously become a famous, world-renowned writer/author, who becomes excessively rich. I would move to New Zealand, meet some model-worthy woman (who would have to be just as obsessed with Lord of the Rings as I am) and we would settle down together in a modest (maybe not so modest) house somewhere in New Zealand. After we have settled in, we adopt two pugs: one called Waffles, the other called Syrup. As for children, I have utterly no idea, as I haven’t really thought about it…

I think that roughly sums up my dream. Now onwards we go to mundane realism.

The Realistic Plan

I finish my A-levels, do averagely, and fly out to New Zealand for 6 months to work abroad (luckily for me, I actually am doing this next year). There, I will maintain a steady income, enjoy the work I do and make plenty of friends. After my 6 months of work, I would return home and get a job to tick over the rest of the year (which I hope would be quite easy to acquire after working abroad). At the end of year, I would choose between University (though I do not know what I would study) or moving away. If I chose to move away, I would go live in New Zealand again, possibly visiting one of the many friends I’d have made whilst working. I would settle down in a modest house (this time it actually would be modest) and live my life, interspersing it with work. Eventually, I would adopt two pugs: one called Waffles, the other called Syrup. With that, I end my plan. I do not know what would follow after this but I’m sure I would be relatively content with that life if I had it.


What about you guys? Any wild plans you have for your life, or do you intend on remaining sensible, and therefore sane? Let me know in a comment. 🙂