The Hustle Part

It has been over a year since I bartended. My uncle informed me earlier in the week that they were short a bartender for one of their big parties and he put me on to help. This made me nervous…its one thing to work for someone you don’t know, and quite another to have someone’s trustworthiness on your shoulder. I wondered how much my memory would hold, so I started reviewing my drinks and techniques throughout the week. Some of what I knew were college infused drinks…this crowd would be older, drinking scotch and martinis and it was a bit intimidating. When I got there, the actual owner had the pre work meeting, the “no games we are here to work so don’t let me catch you slacking meeting.” He was wearing all black and it didn’t help.

The night was not all so bad. It got busy, and I stumbled a bit at first, but eventually got the groove of things. It got super busy at times and that was the biggest challenge, juggled the waiters orders and the line in front of me. At the end of the night I made over $130 for about 5-6hrs of work and was absolutely exhausted. The owner even asked me how long I would be here so he could work me in more often. I was pretty proud of myself. Everyone thinks the bartending thing is fun, which it is, but what they don’t know how tiring it can be. You are on your feet moving around for hours on end. Not to mention the occasional injury to your finger if an opener or something is broken (like mine was). I was beat, but had made enough to last me my general expenses and some stuff I might need.

The following day I helped a friend out who makes fan films/photography. He needed a Catwoman fill in and my cousin suggested me. So we took some pictures to maybe sell at this big comic event next week. I think I looked pretty damn good and the picture has got some interesting Facebook comments. It was my first photoshoot!

I also applied for Teach for America awhile back and have my final interview next week Monday. I have a suit but no pumps. So we decided to go to Marshall’s, which I must say, is not that great up here. In the pursuit of just regular black pumps a lady intercepted Kimmy speaking Spanish. She turned her over to me. The lady was trying to buy a pair of designer sunglasses. She tested my patience soo badly I thought someone might pop up with a hidden camera and start laughing about some candid camera show. She had about six shades in her hand, and started with these two Coach ones. "Which ones were darker, your eyes are younger then mine so do any have any scratches, how do they look on me…wait, or would you wear these, how do they look on me, now look at them both"…this lady had me cursing inside. I wanted to say, 'listen, you are clearly not 23 years old so what I wear and what you wear should not be the same thing, stop trying to be brand happy & in the youth culture & go celebrate your over the hill status with grace.' Shit I was irritated…even now writing it gets me bothered. She went on for almost ten minutes before I said I had to go and even that was a struggle.

They didn’t have the pumps so I have to keep looking sometime this week...