I’m at the bar, having a conversation with a friend. I’m asking him the usual stuff, how was your day, how was work, etcetera, then we get to talking about careers. He says, I don’t know what I want to do. I don’t want a career. Everyone I talk to that have careers tell me they wish they didn’t have a career.
Do I have a career? Can bartending be a career? I don’t think so. All I know is, I go to work, do my thing, pour the drinks, clean the bar, lock the doors, go home, and then never think about my job until I go back. That’s a good feeling. I have work, and then I have a life. When I was an actor, all I had was acting, and then going out at night with my pals. I didn’t have much of a conventional life, then, but I guess, I didn’t really want one. When one has a career, you have to work really hard not to let it consume you, or you wake up, ten years later, divorced, because you never spent any time with your family. You were always working on your career.
On a bad night, I’ll get home, be lying on my couch, and think, OH DAMN. That person asked for a lime slice and I forgot it.
This entry was posted in Bar Story on February 22, 2014 by Clint Curtis.