Dispelling myths

Just a few words about
professions of mine . Past and present.

Looking through my blog- my posts may cause you to think I might have some mood or personality disorder.

I realize I display a wide range of character traits particularly noticeable when my blogs are viewed as a whole.
Non related to any type of disorder.

I work at home and have constant access to my computer.
My work often determines what I'm writing. Though my profession is not at all related to my blogging.

Let it suffice to say I'm responsible for a lot of little souls.

Any noticeable shifts from sedate to wild occur when I am blogging off the clock and am not self censoring.

In my most recent, past profession I was a bartender. I worked in the same restaurant for 11 years.

The profession I have now is not so disimilar except- I now serve my clients milk instead of martinis and- I can put them to bed when they misbehave.

Bartending was a fun vocation when I wasn't flat out in the weeds. (Restaurant term for so much to do at once.)
It's a social job. Entertaining clients with banter was
part of the gig. Probably why blogging is such a fun outlet for me. I'm used to initiating conversations.

Though I worked at my last job for 11 years it wasn't the only bartending job I held.
I started in Maine at my aunt's inn when I was 17. That was a good time job. Next to the ocean. I met a man twelve years my senior there who became my fiance. Our relationship lasted 2 years.

People think bartenders hook up all the time. In my case that's just not true. The next time a man asked me out over the bar I was 8 months pregnant and separated from my then husband.

I couldn't believe this man would ask me out while in this state. I accepted. He seemed nice. A gentle, young guy from India originally.

He lived a few towns away and pointedly came in at off times to visit me. He was a musician too. I have a soft spot for music makers.

So, I said yes- when he came to pick me up for dinner he arrived with a potted flowering plant, his guitar and lyrics he'd written for me. He performed my song, presented me with a handwritten copy of the lycrics and we went out to eat.

Truthfully, so much attention in my very pregnant state was quite fightening.

When he called again I made excuses.

I didn't have another date for 6 years.

So two dates- in 20 years of bartending. So much for hooking up.



*When I went out to dinner on Saturday night- my would be, long ago, Indian suitor was sitting just down the bar. Sitting with his blonde, bored wife. Poor guy. I said hi with a nod. Can't help but wonder if he remembered who I was when he got home.
Life is so funny.