Mundane rhythms

Here I am again! 10 months have passed, I started a new job, I quit, I'm unemployed again. And I'm writing because well...read the past two posts and there you go. How boring! I'm so predictable. Ah well.

The job I recently left was at a craft brewery's beer hall. It was a glorified service industry job and I certainly learned a lot. I work well under pressure. I can multitask. I am efficient. I am a quick learner. I am every single tired and overused phrase on a bad resume but I promise it's all true.

My coworkers were great but it took me about 6 months to warm up to them and 3 months later I was gone. "We'll still see each other." Buh! Empty words. Sincere, mind you. But. Coworker friendships are vital but shaky; they're built on the foundation of, well, work. Duh. I wonder if I have the energy to maintain them now that the foundation's collapsed.

I can't remember the last day I haven't had a drink. Maybe that's bad. I think about it often and rationalize away my anxiety on the quick walk from my room to the fridge.

I stopped reading books when I started this job. Work exhausted me, mentally and physically. Dishing out a false, sticky kindness to undeserving strangers requires a Herculean amount of energy. Serving the unquenchable masses for 10+ hours takes its toll. Books were an unwanted commitment that commanded too much time and energy. I only wanted to read big text accompanied with bigger pictures. A nice and easy regression. Though now my days are, once again, big, wide, and open. No better way to procrastinate figuring my shit out than reading a book.