As a little FYI, in recent news: 1) i opened a bar including: a) making signage b) booking talents who've never played together c) hiring and firing and managing(?) staff... 2) i've pretended to direct Olio Festival: a) supervising this and that b) making gay people straight c) sleeping til noon thirty then getting very serious about driving a Scion... 3) i've fallen deep deep deeply in love with a slightly disheveled and fully brilliant writer with consistently impressive verbiage who a) makes an already endlessly exciting life even more exciting and b) cements my comfort of... being.
I have a private blog that talks all about my love life. And my privates. So i'm not gonna talk about that here. I be work. Art. Politics. Life. Related.
So with the new job, managing a brand new bar, i've been learning a lotta lot a lot of new things. Besides the imaginable: creating a vibe, ordering stock, and tracking sales, the foremost is managing the staff. OK, so, listen: i'm a bit of a softy. I really really like people. It's hard for me to like somebody so much and simultaneously reprimand them for a shitty job.
I feel like i'm always hinting. Which is ridiculous for someone who has "YAY FOR LIFE!" tattooed on her forearm in big bold letters for all to see. I should be direct. I should be able to say: "I feel disappointed by your performance. I would like you to be more of a team player. These are the ways you can make a difference:"
In fact. Pact. I will.
And, in the meantime, in appreciation of solidarity:
Sitting alone in a clutch chair made from drinking straws by Scott Jarvie
mp3: MOUTH'S CRADLE - Front Porch Back Porch
Blog credit: The Burning Ear
