New Job

I have received several why-have-you-not-posted email inquiries. I hardly feel obliged to offer an explanation, unnecessary as it may be, but the fact is that I happen to have a good one. I started a new job which is taking up a lot of my time. I went from a four day summer schedule to a six day work week. You might imagine what it is like to no longer have Saturday, Sunday, and Monday off. So much for the seasonal quasi-socialite flings with New York’s nightlife. So long, brunches at 3pm, double espressos at 1am and welcome le travail nouveau.

The owner of the restaurant where I previously worked asked that I start managing at one of his other restaurants. I had passed down previous offers due to my lack of love for the then (being the operative word) General Manager. I hated that cunt. Anyway, long story short. I was really starting to consider leaving but was then offered a managerial position in an eleven year established business. The restaurant is a quaint rustic Tuscan inspired space. The menu is GINORMOUS, the portions are generous and good to the taste buds.

I like much of the existing staff and the rest I tolerate fairly well. I haven’t yet pissed anyone off but it just a matter of time with these things. I try my best to always say please, thank you, and help them out whenever I feel that they need the help. Hopefully, I won’t ever make anyone feel the way so many managers have made me feel.

The best parts of the job are that I get to “dress up” every workday and put to use the results of Banana Republic wholesale shopping sprees, I get to eat super yummy meals, the pay raise, and most importantly feeling good about my new position.

The least favorable aspects of the job are the new hours, newly acquired load of responsibilities, waking up at 7am, ironing clothes in the morning, and the stress of wanting to do a good job, especially since I am still green and under assumed scrutiny.

Then there is the gym, insomnia, DVD’s, procrastination, Italian lessons, wine books, narrative proses of considerable leagnth, latenight infomercials, and internet. How is a boy to get any rest? School starts on the 27th and will serve as the cherry atop, the straw that broke, etc. etc.

I am not complaining. I am simply anticipating the challenge. I’ll complain later.