A Life in Thirty Posts – Post #24
For 30 days, I will be sharing random stories from each year of my life as the big three-oh looms. Consider it my way of coping.
There isn't much to say about the year 2002.
A few months in, I resigned myself to the fact that I'd be hard-pressed to find a job anytime soon, so I decided to take full advantage of waiting tables at a country club.
Free golf.
Free food.
Free drinks after work (if you could determine where the members were going when the 19th hole closed. "Oh, hey! We had no idea you guys would be here!)
I lived the life of a waiter for a solid year.
For one reason or another, my friends and I spent a large part of that year at a karaoke bar trying to out-sing each other. It got pretty intense. (If you've never had the opportunity to sing "Bust A Move" in front of a whooping crowd with a drunk woman singing back-up, I suggest you do it.) Now you couldn't pay me to get up and sing in front of a group of people. But back then? Give me the mike.
I found some old stuff I wrote on the 'Net while that year was happening, and it appears I was an angry person. I bitched a lot about waiting tables and not being able to find a job, but it appears that I learned some things about myself, as well.
In retrospect, maybe I didn't enjoy it as much as I should have. I wish somebody would have told me to chill out and enjoy only being responsible for showing up to work on time and taking out the garbage.
It really wasn't that bad.
